More horror. Mental sort of horror. Haven’t been this f-ed up for a good while.
The shrink is new as of today. The rapist old. I am anticipating good things from this configuration. New guy I don’t think knows that I have had severe issues since I was about nine or ten years old.
Still shunned, but that has also always been. Even by my family. That hurts. High dysfunction in the nest. Can’t seem to ficks it.
Consequently life has been a remarkably unenjoyable ordeal that I have no clue how to ficks. If it even can be. It’s probably too late anyway.
So when I anticipate a good result, that is not an all-encompassing prediction. Just one wherein simply being alive no longer makes me want to scream till I can’t scream anymore.