I forgot how inarticulate and stupid I sound at therapy.
I went back to my therapist last night to check in about some big decisions I’m working on. She asked me some challenging questions and I stammered. “Uh, hmm I’m not sure, uhhhhhhh.”
You’d never guess out of her office I’m a bit of a word person.
Me: “It’s my own uhh, what’s the word? Something I feel self-conscious about? Uhhh.”
Me: “That’s it! Insecurity.”
It must be so hard to be a therapist!
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