Yesterday I ate a bowlful of triggers and broke down completely in my therapist’s office. Sure some of it has to do with turning 60 but there were older more ancient forces at work. I’m lazy, I’m a loser, I’m lonely, and I’m financially fragile. I, I, I. I am having a hard time seeing the good in my life and there is good. I have my own home, I have a healthy son and a pretty good relationship with him. My health is not bad, I wish I had straighter teeth. So I don’t know what was the champion of the I hate me club that brought me down so strategically. I got a birthday card from a former girlfriend inviting me out to a dinner and I think that was what started it. I realized that all the work that I’ve done in therapy and with my AA sponsor was all interrelated with the failings that transpired during that relationship. The more I realized it, the greater power they started to have again in my brain. I’m still super sensitive in temperament and I do suffer from e