not feelin' the therapy

I am so pitifully depressed. Sometimes I wonder if therapy is a good thing. I only go about every other week, and I barly feel like I had enough time to recover from the last session before it's time to go again. I mean, almost every time I feel like I get my innards ripped out of me with a pair of channel locks and then stuffed back in through my mouth. I don't know how else to describe it, it feels bad... and the whole next day, which just happens to be today for me right now, really just sucks. I just want to be home curled up in bed - but I can't. I'm stuck here at work with endless ads to do and a 5 gallon bucket of halloween candy someone sent us. Nice. depression + candy equals a trip to the avenue for stretch pants. I'm fucked. I do still have 2 almond joys squirriled away in my pocket tho so I guess life could be worse.