Shopping for (the right) therapy.

No, not shopping for therapy. I mean, shopping for the right therapy! The last time I saw a therapist was when I was at my 1st year of university in 2012 mourning the death of my high-school relationship (it was my first, emotionally and sexually invested relationship, guys!). The therapist was a rather young, white woman… Continue reading Shopping for (the right) therapy.

My therapist told me to ‘write it out’.

I hate writing. Why? I don’t exactly hate writing. Currently as a (tryingly) functional member of society, part of the criteria is being able to communicate through spoken and written language with fluency. I understand the philosophy behind written language, it’s literally a tradition that’s been passed down throughout the historical inception of spoken language. Written… Continue reading My therapist told me to ‘write it out’.