Notes from my Black
Mourning the morning
I know stopping therapy is supposed to feel like I’m fully empowered and ready to just kick ass… but I’m cutting costs. That’s the reality. I weaned myself from the crutch and as of now, have only myself as support… and maybe you? If you are here.
I’m half sad about it. I don’t actually feel ready. I feel like I’m an imposter most of the time, just going through adulting sorts of motions. I’d rather spend my day swimming in a river or lake, drinking, getting sunburned and maybe water skiiing. Maybe the day would be all about camping and canoeing… anyway, I feel I’ll equipped to do these adult things I have to do. Any now I don’t have my main support.