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Sometimes, before I see my psychiatrist, I am overcome with dread. Sometimes a couple days in advance.
Sometimes, I walk out of there feeling worse about myself than before I walked in.
Today, I was given homework. Oh joy, a log. Keeping tabs on myself so by extension, he can keep tabs on me.
Talking about another MRI on my brain. That is the suck.
Right now, I don't care how fucked up it is. I'm writing really well.
And I had been feeling so good about that.
8:56 PM
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