Therapy

So, I was supposed to start my first day of therapy today at 3:15pm. I set an alarm for 3:05pm. I have a job that has me sleeping through the day and up at night, so there's no such thing as a convenient time for me to have therapy. No one does sessions after 6pm or before 9am.

Anyway, I woke up at 4pm, the alarm having not functioned. I triple checked it when I set it, and again when I woke up, everything was correct. It makes no sense.

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This is actually my second attempt at therapy in the last 2 weeks. The first, a consultation with a new therapist, was alarming. The therapist literally told me that I was, in her words, out of her league. She wasn't trained/educated to deal with the severity of difficult issues that I'm facing.

That's a pretty heavy gut-shot when you're already going through things. To be told by a professional that the things you're dealing with go beyond what they spent years in college for. Things have been crazy enough. I need the universe to cut me, and my wife, some slack. I need this therapy, I know I do. Hell, I probably need medication, but the times I've tried that previously were not fun.

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Anyway, I'm sure you're all super interested in my despair. Don't worry, tonight I should be able to finish the "Welcome to the Blog" first major post, where I'll explain what we're all about here. That should be more interesting than what you've seen so far. It's all about just doing the work every day right now.