I'm also a 1970 baby and I wish we were really friends because I totally would've gone on that trip with you and consumed way too much bourbon and also done loads of fun, non-withery sorts of things.

I'm about to post a not-as-eloquent but similarly flavored story about how I've gotten back together with my ex-boyfriend, Wellbutrin. I think it might resonate with you. Which is my way of saying, I hope you find a better therapist, or whatever support you need.

Sending love and light to you and Fish.