Whenever I attempt to take on a new attitude and personality my old personality calls me a pathetic little bitch.
Letting go of my anger would be like letting go of the rungs on a ladder.
There’s a reason therapists charge by the hour instead of using performance based pay, they’d die of starvation.
We spend childhood trying to figure out how to live and then we spend the rest of our lives trying to figure out our childhood.
Evolution did not engineer us to be happy. Happy creatures die at the hands of fearful, plotting ones.
When I’m on the way to my therapist I think, “I’ll bet she looks forward to this all day.”