Life Update: Farewell, DBT
It feels completely unreal that 18 weeks has already passed. 18 weeks since I started going to DBT sessions, 18 weeks since my treatment actually took off. At the beginning, it felt like such a long time, and I was wondering if I'd even be able to concentrate on therapy for so long and so intensely. But now, those 18 weeks have gone by, and I had my last session on Thursday.
Control Slipping Through My Fingers
There are not a lot of feelings in this world I hate more than loss of control. My life has always been dictated and controlled by everyone else but me; things have just sort of happened to me, while I've been watching from the sidelines. It is an eerie feeling that leaves a deep pit in your stomach, no matter how much you try to ignore it. Eventually, you have to figure out something else to control, something that no one else but you is aware of you're even controlling.