My therapist said she wants to try art and narrative exercises with me since *gestures at how I spend all my free time*.
The first assignment was to draw what my problems feel like.
She said she liked my expression and the details on the knuckles that personify the crippling anxiety that squeezes the life out of me whenever something remotely bad happens (or could at any point in the future).
She also praised my screaming brain taco (as the BF and I agree it turned out), but I do pay her, so who knows. A’s for effort all around.