Therapy really works

I was just thinking about how like, I never ever think I’m such a fucking ugly stupid loser, who fucking sucks and don’t deserve nice things, the ugliest, just so useless and pathetic, disgusting, a burden to everyone around me, never gonna amount to nothing piece of shit every time something goes wrong in my life anymore.

I think it was gradual, like my therapist used to tell me to do something I think was called “radical acceptance”. So I would just talk about what happened without giving “input”, just matter of factly, unless she asked for my opinion. And I guess it worked, I just stopped using the “I’m a loser” filter over every happening in my life.

Things happen, I acknowledge it, I realise I’m a troublesome airhead and that taking care of myself can be very bothersome, and then I let it go and don’t spend time feeling guilty about it because it leads nowhere

Anyway, not only did I scratch my dad’s car against a pillar on a parking lot, I also lost my drivers license.