Group therapy, it was time again. They had a gampeplan.I didn't want to play. It's hard to make a horse chase a carrot with no carrot. I decided to run anyway, couldn't shake the feeling. If your thoughts aren't your own, why have them. It was somehow reaffirming. A stubborn mind, despite its appearance, craves loss of control. For the first time I admitted I was wrong. I found comfort. I let go.