Relationships Revisited

Before, I needed someone who could comfort me in my pain or, perversely, inflict it. I sought both extremes. The comfort of love, sharing it to escape my grief, or the denial of myself through submission. In that submission, I could escape my grief through body chemical induced narcosis. The relationship I have with myself is being… Continue reading Relationships Revisited

Since Therapy Ended

Its been three weeks since my last session. Some panic and uncertainty followed the closure of therapy. In the immediate aftermath, some of my last words and conclusions became resolutions by which I stood to succeed or fail. Today, I took the well worn path towards my source of comfort. The quest for that release had become so… Continue reading Since Therapy Ended