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{August 16, 2012}   Acting… Not my Strong Suit

I saw my psychotherapist this morning. It was a short session because I didn’t really have anything to talk about. Well… there wasn’t anything I wanted to talk about. Our session played out very similar to having coffee with a friend- some chit chat and swapping of stories. I didn’t want to talk about how I’ve been very angry lately and don’t know why; I didn’t want to talk about anything, really. Isn’t it strange how sometimes you feel the need to hold things inside, even if they’re eating you alive? I wonder why that is?



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