Today was shrink day. My emotions have been all over the place. It's been like riding a yoyo played by someone on speed. My 45 minute session was just one big talkathon. I poured out so much and still do not feel that I accomplished a damned thing. You know I have a good psychiatrist/therapist (same person) but I just have not really connected with him like I would like. Now I had the same psychiatrist and therapist in Los Angeles from 1991 until August 2004. Those two men saved me from the depths of hell and I trusted them so thoroughly. Either one of them could read me very well. I miss that. I've been seeing Dr. W. for a year now and we are no where near that type of relationship. But it is much better than the two I had when I first moved out here. I guess it's just separation anxiety in that I no longer have Lee or Brian to talk with. (LA shrinks) I really try not to go there, but it just happens. I know in time I can have that relationship with Dr. W., but I WANT IT NOW. NOW! NOW! NOW!
Well, wasn't that just a little temper tantrum?
Y'all be pretty now, ya heah.