plus ça change, plus c’est la même chose

ChangeTomorrow is my last evening at IOP, or for you newcomers, Intensive Outpatient Therapy, which is the group therapy I have been attending faithfully for 3 hours every Monday, Wednesday and Friday ever since I got out of the looney bin in early December.  Yesssss going and spilling my guts to these relative strangers who I grew to love in a weird way has become a habit that’s going to be hard to break!  First of all, what am I going to do with all that time?  I can’t return to the obsessive, isolated hag I was pre-hospital.  For sure, no.  And two.  I have got to do some serious work at fighting the chunk at this point.  This little light-deprived thc-heavy brain is gorging on any sugar carb-o-rama it sees and the results are not great.  Let’s just say I need to get back on track.  So I will be spending the extra time walking the streets and panhandling.  I figure I will get my exercise, meet lots of people and hell, just get out there, ya know?

Oh wait!  This is a post about my last IOP session!  They don’t do this…but everybody is going to bring snacks!  So we can have a little party.  And I am going to bring my fellow IOP’eans some Farewell Fudge.  Some of Sassy’s High Octane Fudge.  Rated R must be 17 or over, period!  On the down-low of course!  Just like this post is.  Shhhhhhhh!  Don’t tell!!

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