So apparently I turned into John Sheppard when I wasn't looking...

[making_gray]

In all seriousness, I seem to get more and more like him as time passes.  I realized that its actually almost painful for me to talk about feelings.  I'd rather do anything but.  Probably about 2/3 of my sessions are spent with me flicking my eyes around the room and fiddling with my purse straps in silence in order to avoid looking at my therapist, who gives me this big understanding, encouraging smile whenever I do.

Eh, I suppose I could be turning into Kavanaugh or Beckett, so it could be worse.