Another Therapy Session
11.12.2020
My Bipolar I disorder ass hyped up waiting to see my therapist for our first virtual session after being MIA for four months:
My therapist already over my manic ass the second he logs in and sees me:
Me bouncing off the walls, talking 194,959,032 mph:
My therapist waiting for me to shut up so he can give me the reality check I obviously need and have clearly been avoiding for the past 4 months:
Me attempting to shut up for 2 seconds to at least act like I’m going to listen to what he tells me:
My therapist telling me I’m clearly manic and have been avoiding our sessions to avoid “bad news”:
Me trying to decide if I’m going to flip my shit or just totally avoid the whole situation and ride the manic high out until the inevitable crash:
My therapist waiting for my reaction:
Me zooming off to ride out the longest manic high I’ve had in a year, knowing damn well I’m going to wind up in the E.R. again:
My therapist absolutely done with my sorry ass, probably deciding to finally retire:
