Last weekend I had somewhat of a mental breakdown. I know I’m going to sound like a conceited, ungrateful brat for saying this but I realized that I accomplished everything I ever wanted – I have a job that I love and that pays well, I don’t work long hours, I finally have a cat, I have great friends, a small car, an amazing and affordable flat in the city center and I fixed my mental health struggles (for the most part) – but is that supposed to be It?
Category: Journal
Last year, after my breakup, I decided to continue therapy. Originally, I went because of my Binge Eating Disorder but as I kept repeating the same dating patterns over and over again I got sick of it and wanted to stop always making the same mistakes. Why did I always choose emotionally unavailable losers who can barely take care of themselves?
