What Am I Thankful For?
My therapist has reminded me once again that having a journal doesn't do any good if I do not write in it. She gave me theme in an attempt to get me to write this week, although I’m tempted just to write random words without care simply out of spite, but I suppose I pay her for a reason. Well, must admit I've always been good at getting my homework done.
What Am I Thankful For?
Fuck if I know. Which I suppose is a problem, and the whole reason I take pills and see a therapist.
I guess it is good I’m alive, and not a complete waste of space. I’m glad I’m teaching, and I have students who despite all this still want to learn. I’m glad I can afford to buy out of pocket the supplies my students need, even if I shouldn't have to be the one footing the bill for the kids.
This is probably why I hate doing this. These words feel hollow, and I’m not really sure if I feel thankful at all. Perhaps being thankful requires that I feel like I am worth the things I have.
I guess I have a new topic for my next appointment even if I don’t have another panic attack.
