whenever i leave therapy, whether group or individual, i do something destructive. i cut, or burn, or puke. therapy stirs up all these emotions and then dispatches me back out in the world with no tools to hold myself up.

time after time after time this happens. i am so tired of it. i dread therapy because i dread the aftermath. i just don't know what to do with the tornado on my hands when i walk out of the clinic.

i fucking hate this shit.

starving + bleeding