I hate you, dr. psychiatrist. I wanted you to help me.
Instead you have released me to the heavens.
I am not ready.
Wednesday's are no longer for weeping.
madly weeping wednesday
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you throw hope up in the air...
I hate you, dr. psychiatrist. I wanted you to help me.
Instead you have released me to the heavens.
I am not ready.
Wednesday's are no longer for weeping.
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Oh Jess,
Perhaps it is time you find a new Dr. Psychiatrist. I would really reccommend mine. Each time I leave I feel so very much better, even if for only a very short while. Yours seems to leave you wilted, and withering.
Take care of yourself, you are such an amazing person, and stronger than I think you realize. It was nice to see you again.
Please keep fighting.
Hang in there sweetie! Find a new therapist! Please!!!!
Holding you close in my thoughts. This is such a process. You will find the right space and place and person. The positive guides are hard to find. Hang in there.
Hang in there. Friends in cyberspace may seem distant… and close… simultaneously.
Pain is shared. We all censor.
does anyone know the old saying about the day your baby is born?
ie: monday’s child is weepy
tuesday’s child is …..
wednesdays child is……..
would appreciate if someone can help me find this
thanks