Therapy in Stuck at the Dog End of a Day Gone By

So, I took that dreaded step today. I hate therapy because I feel like it never helps me. Of course, with BPD I don’t have a lot of memories to discuss. Everything is a little vague for me when it comes to details of the bad moments in my life. So, today we made a plan for me. I explained how I’ve been feeling and how much I don’t need to have this chronic fatigue thing going on. I agreed to go to the gym at least five days a week for half an hour, eat a lot better than I have been, and just practice some self-care. She also suggested that I do a sleep test and check if I have some issues there. I am going to catch her up in thirty days. I think it’s a good plan.