oh god, i felt so positive in therapy. but it's not reality, it's a room where i can be—who i am, or who i'd like to be—but then i go back to reality and i forget things and i get silent, i can't share thoughts, they run away, i just want to weep and i can't speak. i wonder if in reality there's anywhere i can be myself, even alone, is that me, and i know i can't live in talk therapy, it's just a short hour once every two weeks, it's not reality.