So has anyone else gotten into an argument with their therapist? The kind where they say your name three times and then sigh really big after.

And while they are pulling out some big logic that you don’t entirely disagree with, they aren’t acknowledging how you actually feel.

I mean I can intellectualize a situation until the cows come home. Hell, I have rationalized every relationship I have ever been in and that is actually what kept me in those relationships for far too long.

This is one of the few times that I have succumbed to the raw emotion of it all and I am flailing. If I could rationalize my way out of this, then I wouldn’t need a therapist. (Well, I would because of my new diagnosis but that’s a whole other matter.)

The logic of the situation isn’t what keeps me up crying at night. Being rational is not what keeps me writing endlessly and looking for things I think may be signs but just aren’t.

But, even though she has done something similar in the past, I think I will keep working with her. But next time she dismisses the emotional pull I experience, we might have to have a talk.

But I think the real question boils down to this:

Where do the cows go? Do we have to wait for them? Do they have a curfew? Do they need a curfew? Do maybe they just need a ride?