I'd feel a lot less sane if my personal inventories weren't coming out cleaner when she's driving.
Like, she'll do laundry, dishes, chat people up, cook, and clean the house when she's driving, I just get lumpy and depressed and watch Videos.
But she's actually Insisting I spend more time incarnate and be more extroverted and smile more. I bet all you folks like your therapist, Mine lives in my head.
...Which is gonna be an awkward thing to describe to a therapist...