You know what’s difficult about being in grad school for therapy? With each class you take, you question whether or not you have the disorder you’re learning about.
My Lifespan and Development class was a minefield of emotions. I often found myself grieving my childhood and saying (sometimes aloud), “Well, fuck. That’s why I’m like that.”
Right now I’m taking a class on addictions and substances. It’s the first time I don’t think I have every single disorder I’m reading about but has given me a more concrete scope of just how frequently I’m surrounded by people with addiction and substance issues.
I say that without any judgment, but more with the empathy that it seems like a lot of people are in pain around me.