that by about half way through my CBT session I just wanted to throw a chair at my doctor? i just went into ultra defensive mode. so i was sitting in silence and he looked at me and went 'what are you thinking about?' and i honestly was thinking about picking up the big blue squishy chair next to me and hurling it at him and then getting the hell outta there lol
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