On Saturday night I was really down - sometimes when that happens (well I'm actually prone to this at any time) I burst into impromptu song which I made up as I went along...
The chorus being, "I hate my fucking life, could end it with a knife, escaping with a slice or three... But then my kids would hurt, while I rot in the dirt, missing out on their own progeny..."
So I do actually find it helpful - even if it may appear "crazy."
CBT is over. I thought it was one of the best groups I've done.
I feel a bit vulnerable and adrift right now though.
*sigh*
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