You know how frustrating it is to tell your life story to therapist after therapist, and it just gets longer and longer each time you do, because more of your life has passed by at that point.
And then when you thought you’d already worked enough on a topic, you’re told that you haven’t, and that it wasn’t treated the right way, so you have to start all over, and everything you thought you knew is now null and void. It’s exasperating. It’s exhausting. And most of all, it gives me a huge feeling of apathy and indifference, because honestly I’m so tired of talking and hearing about this crap.