A lot has happened recently. My therapist lied to me when I was on the brink of suicide. He lied saying he did care about me. I know he doesn’t, I forgive him for lying.

Surely, there’s a simpler route to well-being and happiness. My dysfunctional behaviour comes from feeling unloved and therefore I don’t wish to confront my own issues as I don’t care.

I guess if I surrounded myself with caring, compassionate people I wouldn’t have this issue.

Where do these people live? Would they welcome me?

Best wishes

Ben