Let me start this by saying I have everything in the world I could possibly need and have absolutely no right to be as anxious and sad as I am.
So I asked the widow's FB group about it.
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I'll ask Sarah next week if she thinks another therapist would be more effective for me.
It's all too much.
I'm fine in the day to day. I have money. I have my house. I have art. I'm just also grieving and unhappy while being fine. I need nothing but rescue and I know I need to rescue myself.
Here's the deal. As I told the person who wanted to get me a social worker at the hospital, I know all the things about how to relieve my suffering. I just can't do it. Finding friends, asking for help, eating healthy -- all are pretty damn heavy lifting.
So, another whiny middle class white person is sad. Who gives an actual fuck.
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