tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11192925.post111518238312228553..comments2023-09-29T02:33:29.286-05:00Comments on DianaCrabtree: My therapist can beat up your therapist!Diana Crabtreehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15157633578650098780noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11192925.post-1115222817675657972005-05-04T11:06:00.000-05:002005-05-04T11:06:00.000-05:00No way idony! You cant have her, shes mine!!!! But...No way idony! You cant have her, shes mine!!!! But you SHOULD get one! Therapy seems so narccisitic while doing it, "wow, we just sit here and talk about me? Awesome!" but MUCH MORE takes place. Therapy is good for anyone...essential for anyone who gets sick. I promise if you get one I won't sick Dr. T on them.Diana Crabtreehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15157633578650098780noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11192925.post-1115196828680760202005-05-04T03:53:00.000-05:002005-05-04T03:53:00.000-05:00Dude, you sound just like me...Or the other way ar...Dude, you sound just like me...<BR/><BR/>Or the other way around heh. I haven't ever been diagnosed, but I'd bet you a dollar that I've got ADD.<BR/><BR/>Normal everyday tasks are daunting - I can't hardly ever enjoy myself without being swallowed up by guilt and so on and so forth (list goes on and on and on and on).<BR/><BR/>Oh, and I don't have a therapist. Can I borrow yours?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11192925.post-1115184871065791772005-05-04T00:34:00.000-05:002005-05-04T00:34:00.000-05:00Ooh! Wow! One more thing! (facinating to you BTW) ...Ooh! Wow! One more thing! (facinating to you BTW) Sometimes when I start feeling happy I get stabbing pangs of anxiety. I bet a dollar that is because I have an association of happiness with happiness being taken away.Diana Crabtreehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15157633578650098780noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11192925.post-1115183901512783942005-05-04T00:18:00.000-05:002005-05-04T00:18:00.000-05:00And I just realized why I don't think of the good ...And I just realized why I don't think of the good memories. I repressed them, like people who were abused repress memories.<BR/><BR/>When I was 9 & 10 I just stopped thinking about the past, because it hurt too much to juxtapose the memories with the life I was living...and good thing, because my life got progressively worse.Diana Crabtreehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15157633578650098780noreply@blogger.com