Showing posts with label therapy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label therapy. Show all posts

Monday, November 10, 2008

i just need my best friend back. too bad my counselor told me to shun him.


Anonymous
11/10/2008
01:45:00 AM

Wednesday, November 28, 2007

I downloaded a calvin and hobbes gadget on the new vista side bar and i read a comic stip whenever i get too stressed.

laughter is always the best medicine.


Anonymous
11/27/2007 12:11:00 AM

Sunday, May 20, 2007

I'd like to see a therapist but I worry that my parents would be annoyed at me or disappointed that I couldn't deal with my own problems.

So instead I am thinking I will just try to get through college and get a decent job so I can pay for my own therapist. Only, if I can make it that far without offing myself or dropping out I probably won't need one as much.


Anonymous
06:46:00 PM

Thursday, March 22, 2007

I'm gonna stop obsessing over you, stalking you, delighting in your every flaw and cursing every positive trait you have. I'm getting help from a psychologist soon. Nobody knows I'm so pathetically enslaved to comparing myself to you, trying to surpass you in every field, trying to prove to myself that I'm at least your equal if not your better--when I've never even met you face to face!--and hopefully, no one will ever know. I'm ashamed of this, it's ruining my life, and I'm gonna try to stop it.


Anonymous
10:06:00 PM

Friday, February 16, 2007

It feels kind of weird eating in a giant food court at a table by yourself, but it's quite enjoyable. Also shopping by yourself, walking around by yourself, and buying extremely cute shoes without the opinion of anyone else.

I ♥ me time. I reccomend it to everybody.


Anonymous
08:48:00 PM

Wednesday, January 17, 2007

I think I have a serious problem. Everyone keeps getting hurt. It is already the fifth person who almost died. But I can't stop


Anonymous
06:01:29 PM

Monday, January 15, 2007

counseling blows.


Anonymous
12:49:28 PM

Sunday, November 26, 2006

I see things. Things crawling and grabbing at me. I can feel the pain they cause me but it crawls instead of stings. I know these things are not real. I know with every last bit of my brain they are not really there. But it doesn't really matter whether they are real or not when they are after me.

So tell me, people of tangst who have taken a psychology course and/or have access to wikipedia, what level of delusion must I reach before I count as delusional?


Anonymous
01:24:11 AM

Sunday, October 29, 2006

I have Dermatillomania, and it disgusts me.

I pick at my scabs, peeling thm off in one piece, and eat them. I pick at my pimples compolsively, even though I know it just makes them worse. I bite and eat my fingernails, and when they're too short, I peel away the skin around them and eat that.

A dentist could tell how stressed out I am by th condition of my cheeks and lips- the more stress I have, the more I bite, and suck on them to make them bleed.

I think it's so gross, but I just can't stop myself. Today I tried to go the whole day without picking or biting: I made it to third period. I need therapy, or something.


Anonymous
10:57:29 AM

Sunday, January 22, 2006

I know I need to see a shrink about my co-dependancy and depression, but I'm afirad that if I do I'll be told to cut her off, and I can't live with that.


Anonymous
06:57:51 AM