You Are Not Your Thoughts

They are more like a radio playing in your head

In 2014, I was sitting on my therapist’s couch, nervous, my sweaty thighs sticking to the leather. My therapist, Lisa, was wearing studded jeans and a leather top. If I hadn’t liked her so much I’d have envied her. “Do you think I’m a good person?” I asked.

It had been 94 days since my last drink, and as the haze was lifting I was finally starting to see…