Coming to terms that maybe that I don’t have as much going wrong with me mentally as I thought. I went into therapy for credential reasons, to say that I have issues than what I see everyone else do and that’s self-diagnose themselves. Well, I know that I do have some things wrong with me but the severity isn’t as grand as I thought.
It’s good because maybe there’s a chance here that I can try to manage all of this, without being drugged up.
The bad news is, is that, there’s been so much destruction in my life due to these issues that I thought were severe, then having to explain who remains with me about what’s going on, what’s been going on .etc
There’s just so much exposition and everyone I know has the attention span of a housefly.