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[nom_de_plume_86]

Amidst brushing my teeth this morning and getting ready to head out for coffee before clocking 10 minutes late into work, I caught myself think, for just a second, that I had an appointment with my old therapist today. Not because I'm depressed (I'm doing pretty ok right now). Not because I'm stressed (I have an exam at 12:45 today, a paper I

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[soulofchris]

The good part is you hit everything squarely on the head as to what I think a therapist would say; the sad part is that you understand, as do I, that, unless someone else tells you, it's worth squat. And, aye, that's the rub: you (me, too) want external support for what you already know inside and can rationalize and accept for others, but not for self.

Also, this: someone like myself that struggles with interpersonal relationships of a romantic nature is the greatest way I've ever heard of this particular struggle (which I, too, share) phrased.

Maybe you should be a therapist and help other people. Can therapists still see therapists or is that weird?

[nom_de_plume_86]

I'd be surprised if they didn't see other people.

And it's dead on what you said about wanting the external support. Therapist used to say the same thing, about how I always would know what the right thing to do would have been or the reasonings behind why I'd feel or think something but I couldn't believe it until someone else said it. Sad, but true, I crave validation.

[soulofchris]

The smart ones always do: we're the only ones smart enough to doubt our own common sense. The vapid ones tend to not only not think, but, perhaps to their benefit, not overthink either.