I wish I could text the dbt phone and ask them if they’re busy. Or if I’m annoying them. Or get the ok that my problem is problem enough to call. This whole phone thing gives me more anxiety then it’s worth.
I go through phases. Somedays I feel like the person I’m supposed to be, and then somedays, I turn into no one at all. There is both me and my silhouette. I hope that on the days you find me and all I am are darkened lines, you still are willing to be near me.