Met with a new therapist today. It went great and I'm feeling optimistic, but damn if it isn't a little unnerving to have to delve into The Backstory all over again.

It's like going on a hike and briefly passing a crevasse, glancing into the abyss long enough to mumble "oh no that's deep and dark and something's growling at me" before hurrying back to the nice sunny trail. 😅

I've built plenty of bridges over the abyss, some of them even quite sturdy, but I've never done more than throw a few rocks or kick some dirt into it, so it's still just... there. I'm in no danger of falling into it anytime soon, perhaps even ever, but it would certainly be nice to not have it around to get in the way of my hike up this weird mountain called Life. It's a bit of an eyesore. So, hurray for therapy! And rambling, overdone analogies!