On morning I met my therapist.I made her furious, because I was very talkative, and I tried to find the limits and I said "I can't find a work as long I'll live with my past". "No" she said, and I noticed she's a good one.
I took a picture of the door but the picture is not a good one.
I bought boots, black boots, and I came back home, rain will come on afternoon.
But I feel glad, I'm happy.
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2 months ago
1 comments:
Sounds like you're growing out of therapy. Insight comes from all that "talk"...but, also, from the "silence" of the therapist.
~~You answered your own question.
Be happy.
:)
x,Will (a new reader.)
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