PUT ME ON THE STAND

My therapist is like my emotional lawyer and when the shit is going down I always wish she were around to speak in my best interest, because clearly, I have no fucking clue what I’m doing. I can’t believe there was a time in my life when I actually thought I did. The sessions with her have been fantastically productive so far. We have exhumed my rotting ID from the grave of my ego and superego and that was all sorts of fun.

But now what?