The Crying Game

My days seem to be emotionally cyclical in nature.  It's nice knowing what to expect, but damn, it's exhausting.

Rorschach it to me

Today I had my first meeting with a therapist (I had been seeing only a psychiatrist up through now. He was very polite, unassuming, good natured. From what I understand, those are the Wiley ones. He asked me the usual background questions "Where were you born? Did you grow up there? How many siblings?" Etcetera. Then he pulled out a Rorschach Test (also known as the inkblot test). Now, I had never taken one before and had never seen the blots (I put a link to them on Wikipedia in the beginning of the post.

People will tell you there are no "right" or "wrong" answers, but your answers can be interpreted into such categories as human relations, male/female identity, personality, and dysfunctions.

The Boys Are Away...

...so instead of spending time stomping Orcs in Azeroth, I'm designing a blog.  It occurred to me that I would do myself a great service by cataloguing my journey from Hellness to Wellness.