My cousin booked me with another therapist for tomorrow night. Therapy hasn’t worked so far. Not sure how this session will be any different either. I don’t get psychotherapy. Or maybe I’ve never been consistent at it. Or maybe the clinics have just been useless. I don’t know how to tell them I live in a state of uncertainty. Nothings ever certain with me. The only things that are certain in my life are my work and my family. The rest have a way of it’s own. It’s me but at the same time it’s not me because I’m not in control of it. The moment I understand how I feel towards something, I begin to feel indifferently and I move on to try and understand the new feeling. It’s a hopping mind.
She Was Sea 