‘Who are you?’ said the Caterpillar.
This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation. Alice replied, rather shyly, ‘I—I hardly know, sir, just at present— at least I know who I was when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then.’
‘What do you mean by that?’ said the Caterpillar sternly. ‘Explain yourself!’
‘I can’t explain myself, I’m afraid, sir’ said Alice, ‘because I’m not myself, you see.’
‘I don’t see,’ said the Caterpillar.
‘I’m afraid I can’t put it more clearly,’ Alice replied very politely, ‘for I can’t understand it myself to begin with; and being so many different sizes in a day is very confusing.’
Do you ever feel so bad that you act ecstatically happy?
Everyone thinks I'm going so well right now but I'm going worse than I have been in ages. I don't know what to do, I honestly don't know how much longer I can go on like this, it's tiring.
Yes, I know what you mean....I've been in a similar boat lately. Do you talk to anybody about what's going on? I've recently gone back to therapy--and though it's not easy by any stretch of the word, I'm hoping, that it will be helpful. When I was younger, I was in therapy because my parents said I had to be--now it's my choice, so I'm much more invested in it. Good luck....
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