Sorry about that melodramatic little outburst, but I really did feel what I said at the time. Jesus, that was bad. I was straightforward with my parents about it, and they were supportive as usual. My mistake, no doubt, but I guess that because I was feeling a little better, I made the rookie mistake of assuming things were “back to normal” or that I was “better.” After a good night’s sleep, I will hunt for a new therapist, or go back to my old one if things don’t pan out. I know it’s a process, and it’s hard to think that way when the suffering is so concentrated, and it’s hard to think about how long it will take, but I do appreciate the reminder to keep fighting.