The Psychological Damage of the Therapist

Sometimes therapists have therapists. 
- Leland Good Striker

The knowledge they know about you is vital to making it a profession, the situation (-as I would guess...?) calls for a calm environment. Established set of rules and a temperament meant for a disc you can buy at a thrift store that explains for six hours how life is a tree. -
I see the problem... it's not sharing information in a calm environment. And I cannot stress this enough. It's letting go.
Giving in to life. Finding solace in life and in yourself.














PS
If not that then give up at least cause you have enough money to go sky diving and or paintballing. Go swimming in a lake...
I have a whole list here if you want it...

1. Local Bar, Swimming Hole, Park, Lake, River, Bridge(s), Mall...
2. Golfing 
3. Cinema (not theater, but the-)
4. Sky Diving
5. Escape Rooms
6. Paintball
7. Hatchet Toss
8. Amusement Park
9. Fishing 
10. Bow & Arrow Range
In order of season (and price)

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