Hey folks.  I am taking the rest of the day to be in bed and contemplate the therapy session I just had.  I spilled my guts, sweated bullets, and cried a lot but didn’t sob or yell.   It was forty minutes and I think it went okay.   I got a shitload off my chest.  The summary they sent me afterwards really identified the points I am so down on myself for, but don’t have a name for (ie. ‘violent ideation’).   The worst part is walking out of the office and out into the loud, uncaring, busy world when you are all raw and fucked up like that.   I think they should have a cool-down room where you can play Nintendo or something.  I’m lucky I had someone to drive me.  AMA if you want. I recently self-diagnosed myself with possible BPD but am currently only being treated for anxiety and anger.