By: Erica Loberg  I just cancelled my appointment with my
psychiatrist this week cause I just don’t feel like it. But I
never feel like it, for the most part dread it, and the sad
thing is after it’s done I feel great. Well, most of the time.
To be honest, I haven’t always been that honest with my shrink
which I know is bad and defeats the purpose but there are some
things I started out lying about or withholding information on
and so kinda ended up keeping the lie going. For example, I lie
about smoking marijuana which is really stupid cause I used to
smoke it to self medicate (that’s a lie you tell yourself to
justify poor habits) before I was diagnosed with bipolar II and
now I really don’t need to partake but, old, new, and forever
habits don’t die fast. And they certainly don’t die when you lie
about it. I lie about the truth of my relationships. I say I’m
dating someone that has a job in sales when he doesn’t. I don’t
know why I have to make up a profession for him but I do. I lie
about stuff going on i