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Jeff Goldblum, you’ve done it again. Boy did I get a lesson in unpredictability today…

Apparently, I got a flat at AMC yesterday. A flat for watching a mid movie. A flat which I had no spare for – come to find out when help arrived and there was no spare. *screams into a pillow*

So now I am waiting on a tow. Not cleaning or walking to the tune of my CD player. No. I am awaiting for a tow, so I might buy my replacement tire at Costco. This after speaking to two different AI systems (AAA & Geico) for twenty minutes before I could speak to someone! BECAUSE I WANT TO SPEAK TO SOMEONE GOD DAMN IT! I’M FRIED! I WANT HELP, NOT MORE WORK!

And for added measure, my useless FMLA case manager finally deigned to call me (while all this is happening) and not only muddles through asking superfluous questions that I’m sure my therapist’s 28-page document and everything else submitted so far has answered! *takes a breath* but demonstrated total lack of empathy towards my situation.

But believe it (or not…) I’m not angry. I’m not upset. I’m just annoyed, but maybe even unsurprised. Because the thing is, BS happens. It just does. And maybe meditating and everything else I’ve been working on is helping, but…

I can say, without question, it hasn’t been because of my therapist. Not intentionally. Her gaslighting and quite literal toxic behavior have not been it. You see, I’ve discovered recently that therapists can be assholes too. Crazy, huh? No profession is without them.

Self-care works, people. Get on that shit. You’ll even catch your therapists lacking.

Nessa Grey 💜 🩶