Snowprints in the Sand

Hello I saw my therapist on Thursday and oh my god I love him He told me he's so proud of my progress :3 and honestly at first I thought he was trying to make me a drug addict lmao but 100mg of sertraline hydrochloride yis please roll em up boi 😎 Last time I was there he asked me about my mother's boyf and I just went silent and eventually my mum realised and in the car she said to me 'y u no say anything????' but yet again, I had not the power to speak. This week, before my parents left so I could have some privacy with him I was getting scared so I was like 'ahh mother what do I say to him????' and she just said to me 'you can speak to him about michael if you want, I know you wont talk to him about me but you know youre the most important person to me in the world' oh mother u bae but then I said 'thenq moth but sorry charlie said he's the most important person in my life sorry but I promise youre second!!' then she left and it was...

I'm feeling poignant because I know I had a dream about Evan Peters but all I can recall is the fluttering flicker of a mahogany eye and a flash of blonde electricity  Fuck you unconscious mind I bet you have all those repressed memories surfacing like a bitch so you give me OCD and depression but you couldn't just allow me the memory of my soulmate who I may never see again??  So I have my third session with my therapist next week; last time when he asked me to increase my dosage to 75mg and I tried to object, lest neuro-dependency consumed me for all eternity through the fires of eternal damnation (but thankfully SSRIs aren't addictive) this, he said to me: "did you chose to have major depressive disorder?" I was convinced this was a trick question and I was supposed to say yets but being an the queen of subversive audacity I responded with a tentative "no" like a poodle who sees the snow but upon pressing his paw against the glacial embrac...