But how can that be, when I actually find the meetings themselves to be absolutely traumatic and misery inducing.
I question what my life has come to. Why such a pointless spinning of my wheels must keep me separated from those I care about, and force me into contact with co-worker who I know for a fact will never love me?
This is torture, and the antithesis of therapy. It directly damages me, to persist in a tension inducing work environment.
I question what my life has come to. Why such a pointless spinning of my wheels must keep me separated from those I care about, and force me into contact with co-worker who I know for a fact will never love me?
This is torture, and the antithesis of therapy. It directly damages me, to persist in a tension inducing work environment.