for ellen, re: therapy
I wouldn't say therapy did nothing for me, because I was certainly a lot happier after most sessions and it was probably a good idea to make me actually talk to someone in person as opposed to over the internet, but it's not like they have a drug that makes you care about shit. The problem is not my brain chemistry, although I'm sure that wasn't very helpful either. The problem is me. There isn't a drug to fix the fact that I have no aspirations in life other than to be preoccupied if I can't be dead. This is why I'm concerned about whether I'll be able to transfer to Wright State: because if I can't get a job, how will I stave off boredom? (And, you know, not starve.)
Not that I think our problems are the same. It's helpful, assuming you get along well with your therapist. It's expensive if you don't have insurance. So are the pills. Judging by my mom's bitching and moaning, it's expensive even if you do.
Not that I think our problems are the same. It's helpful, assuming you get along well with your therapist. It's expensive if you don't have insurance. So are the pills. Judging by my mom's bitching and moaning, it's expensive even if you do.