I'm avoiding seeing my therapist, again. I don't want to talk about the suicide right now, I just don't. Sometimes I think it's all I think about. I think you can obsess, think something to death sometimes...there comes a time when talking it out won't help much. I have to be in the right frame of mind to talk about it lately. Otherwise it's forced, I'm just going through the motions, and I get frustrated sometimes....because it's the same damn conversation over and over and over with her. It always comes back to guilt. Always.
Also avoiding going out this weekend. I'm totally in the mood to shut myself in.