So my "emotional intensity", as my therapist likes to call it, is out of control just focused in a different direction from my loved ones. Oh Goody.
I have to ask for a higher dose of the medicine and find out if I can still join the intensive behavior modification group. I hate being me today. I neither want, nor need, your sympathy or well-intentioned suggestions or advice. I just cannot handle needing to be polite and thankful right now. I know what I am, what I'm not, and what I have to do.
I'm going to end up alone because of this crap because I can't seem to control this thing. I just want to scream and cry and give someone else this pain because I'm done with it.
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