Therapy for me
Been reading about Chris’s current philosophizing. I also just recently went to a therapist, though I am not in any dire dire straits. Just the usual, anxiety, hopeless, overwhelmed, confused thing. Days all started to seem like a series of white boxes separated by white dividers with flourescent light flowing from one box to the next until forever. (This was before Christmas. Am less llike this now. But enough that I kept the appointment with the therapist.) She told me, among other helpful things, that I should try yoga or meditation, because I am not taking more than a shallow breath each time I breathe. So I’ve been looking up yoga classes, in the hopes of becoming peaceful and bendy.