I swear every week that I see my therapist, I'm like a different person with different issues. New story line, new theories about what's Wrong With My Life, new ideas about what approach to take to solve my problems, new favourite language to use to describe The Suffering™, and then sometimes I'm having a magically good day and I have this whole diatribe about how things really aren't bad and are actually good and I just need to *look at things ~this~ way* and that everything will be OK as long as I do the right combo of things all the time, then a week later I am in Despair™ and it's the same thing as two weeks ago and I'm obsessed with what I did Wrong to make things bad again, and my poor therapist is nodding along compassionately and trying to understand and I am trying to make sense of the rollercoaster that is my life but I don't have The Words so I make up something real intellectual sounding so that everyone can go home feeling like there's Closure and things make sense. Well, this is getting long and boring but thanks for reading my dudes.