I do my thinking as I write. Putting words down on paper seems to clear space for new insights to come to light and connections to be made. The last thing Doc said to me at session yesterday was, "Think about what we talked about." So I did, and hot damn it worked. It's fear, so simple right? I can trace all my problems to the fear of the random. It's a left-side problem itself, the fear of 'what if', what could happen. Since I have a vivid imagination, I sometimes have trouble separating 'could happen' from 'will happen'. As such, I've become an expert at denial, often to my detriment.
The Day Every Life Will Be Weighed
23 hours ago

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I'd like to preach to you sometime when I'm not feeling evil. Keep on thinking, though, until then.
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