For about a year now I’ve been going to therapy once a week. What got me there in the first place was a seeming inability to stay away from fuck boys. What has kept me there, is the realisation that fuck boys are the least of my problems. This was my second time attempting counselling. The first time I sought help, was when anxiety got the better of me during the final stages of my PhD. I only went to a couple of sessions back…Continue Reading “I’m a head case – one year in therapy”