Book Blurb

Okay, I’ve been trying to think of what to write.  I finished that book.  I fucking hated it.  I also met with Cybele, the gender therapist today.  We briefly touched upon talking about the book.  I told her I hate the book.  We then talked about how I’m blaming the book for stuff instead of accepting and placing blame or whatever where it belongs.

I’m having a lot harder flashbacks of a lot more stuff this time around.  Just in general.  It started with the first smell of fallen leaves the other day, so at least I can identify the triggers better now.  I really didn’t put enough effort last time I ‘tried’ to go through trauma stuff.  I was really floundering a lot of time, not really knowing what I was doing.  Maybe it was the antidepressants, maybe I just wasn’t as ready.  I don’t know.

I also don’t think I should be working on anything while I’m still with my mum.  Small stuff, sure, but not so much the deeper stuff.  I just don’t feel safe enough here to do so.

I’m really tired.  I just wanted to update y’all on that.  I’ll reply to the comments on the other post later too.

-The Sarcastic Autist