It went incredibly well actually. Everyone should have a psychotherapist. I take back what I said about humping her chair. I love this woman.
She told me I seem to have both feet on the ground, that I'm self aware as well as aware of my environment, praised me on my coping skills, and said I'm very likable and have an energy about me or light within me...or something like that. To summarize, I am not insane. (I sure fooled her! Kidding, kidding.)
The reassurance was music to my ears, especially after all the dirt I told her about me. She even laughed at my jokes. I am no match for her flattery.
Sanity is as good a reason as any to celebrate, so we're going out for steak tonight. Let's worry about the big stuff tomorrow, eh?
You're so beautiful. Butterfly kisses.
4:28 p.m. - 2009-08-13