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Shayne Smith, @Shaydozer
Yesterday I explained something so bleak to my therapist she asked me if we could pause for a minute so she could think about it. I’m getting close to winning therapy I can feel it in my bones.
“Have you considered that you may be too depressed for therapy,” and, “EMDR is more for singular trauma. You have too many for this to work,” are my absolute wins in therapy.
I have since retired to the medication-only league where I continue my victorious march toward death by defeating round after round of big pharma’s scientists.
Witness me.
I really wish that my therapists would just get to that point. They keep trying the same shit over and over again that ends up not working and, in some cases, has made things work. I’ve given up. Really wish they would too.
Dont share shit like this. You’re not cool for having a sad life. Dont glorify it like this.
For a lot of people part of dealing with difficult stuff is laughing and finding the humor and irony of it when you can.