Wracked Robin

So, I’ve kind of stopped seeing my therapist. She’s a good therapist, very good. I’m just not sure she’s for me. She’s kind of a hippy, which is fine. But she believes in things, which is also fine. I just kind of don’t believe in things. I don’t believes in angels, devils, ghosts, psychic phenomena, or things like that. I barely believe in god.

My therapist seems to believe in everything. She talked to a pet psychic about her cats, for heaven’s sake.

It’s fine for others to believe in whatever they want, but it’s hard for me to connect with her when she tells me she believes I have a guardian angel. It makes me uncomfortable to be like... ummm I don’t believe in all those things.

She also realllllly thinks I have DID. I kind of don’t. Maybe it’s silly to split hairs. I know I have DD-NOS. I have a few parts. Only one of them is very whole. She’s also the only one who ever comes out on her own. My brain gets a little weird sometimes. I haven’t lost time in a few months though.

And right now things are very quiet in my head. I kind of like it. I don’t know if I’m pushing them down or if it’s just something that’s happening.

It’s been a little crazy, up and down and up again. I was off the prednisone, but I got those damn spots again so they put me on 10 mg.

Blah.

Good news, getting back on the pred got rid of the prednisone withdrawal. Woo. I’m on a low enough dose that I can drink!

Guess what I’m doing right now? Hint: It involves vodka!

Now I’m all frisky.