Monday

I fell into a pit. There was a girl that stabbed me with a Needle. Then I saw myself from outside and I was Arya Stark. Then we held our bloody hands. That was the end of one chapter of my dream. There were multiple weird and unexplainable dreams last night.
Today I had an appointment with a young and pretty psychologist. She was triggering me. I let her know that and she seemed understanding. It was super hard to talk about my dysphoria but I did it and she was nice. While explaining my things I scratched my fingers until I saw blood. My anxiety was through the roof. She told me I need psychotherapy as she won't be able to help with my gender issues.