I’m honestly thinking about quitting therapy. I started going again with the goal of improving how I manage my depression and anxiety; but as time has gone on, I’m constantly reminded that my dad is the source of most of my issues. It doesn’t help that I still live with the guy. So every time I go into therapy, I’m just going in circles of “my dad said some bullshit, I told him it’s bullshit, he calls me ungrateful and a bitch (seemingly his preferred descriptor for women), I wish I could die”. Really, the solution to all of this is to move out…but, uh, have you SEEN the fucking economy??? My hours at TACO BELL were cut months ago, for fucks sake. I’m trying the best I can, really, but it really does feel like I’ve had the rug pulled out from under me this year.

Right, back to the original point. I want to quit therapy because as long as I’m still living at my dad’s, I am not improving; and I feel like I’m wasting these therapist’s time and my own money.