Yesterday I talked to my therapist. He is probably the best therapist I've ever had: a good mix of brutal, soft honesty and positive supportiveness. He is smart and knows when to act on something or let an issue go. He gets to the important matters and helps flesh them out. He's also really nice and cordial.
But C and I argued on the validity of my sessions with my therapist especially since I said a zinger of a statement about how exercising too hard may be contributing to my burnout.
But! I think it's getting better.
Work is less crazy and I'm finding ways to relieve stress, so I think the worst is over. Shew!
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