Sitting in group therapy today I got emotional, which is rare for me. So rare that I said I wanted to take a razor and slash my face up. I meant it too. I've had that feeling before. I'll never act on it, but I have such contempt for my own feelings, my own pain, my own shit that I'd be willing to consider permanently disfiguring myself rather than sit in it. Oh well, guess that's why I'm in therapy.
The hole's deep enough. Time to stop digging and figure out how to climb out.
2 comments:
The job interview fiasco meant more than you wanted to let on.
At least you let it out.
legwaxing. brutal pain without the lasting disfigurement. because no one needs to know.
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