I'm starting to feel better, and I've begun to do things that won't physically harm me. I genuinely feel myself improving and I fucking love my therapist. She is so nice to me, it hurts. I went to our assigned office after class for the Monday session, smiling like hell, and she said I have a lovely smile and YOooOoO, I LOVE HER SO MUCH. platonically though; please don't get the wrong idea.
Overall, she's great and I appreciate this woman.