It felt like it was time again, so I made an appointment to see the shrink.
If I'm depressed, and I honestly believe myself to be, it wouldn't be without reason. While telling her what'd happened since I'd last seen her, I noted her eyes bugging a bit. When the session was through, I don't know if I felt better for having gotten everything off my chest, or worse for having given voice to all the really messed up stuff in my life up to this point.
I'd really like to feel better. To pull myself back together again and get myself moving forward. Really, I would. It all just feels so damned overwhelming right now and I don't even know where to start.
(from Grimpen Mire)