This has been one hell of a ride. My last session with J, she was so proud of my progress and said we wouldn't need to meet until July 17. But I can feel the awful weight of depression setting in again, so I moved up my therapy to tomorrow.
I am so frustrated since I felt that I was making real progress, but apparently I can't go even a month without needing help. I know it's not something to be ashamed of - it's actually good that I decide to seek help when I feel I need it - but I'm still so angry at myself for getting low again.
It's my high expectations yet again that's setting me up for disappointment.
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