It's almost 11 and I can't sleep. As I was lying down tonight, I suddenly remembered, again, that I have therapy tomorrow. I immediately started coming up with all sorts of logical excuses reasons not to go. They're all still floating around, on top of this intense fear of doing anything to make myself better. But almost two years later, and all I' ( Read more... )

I keep getting this feeling. It's been bubbling up and then dissipating for the past hour or so: to bust my head straight down, teeth gritted, through my desk.

It's strange what our minds keep us from actually doing, isn't it?