I cannot stress enough how important therapy has been to me. I was maybe 10 or 12, i don’t remember really when I figured something wasn’t making me feel okay. I really think I saved myself, I got help. I don’t think I should pat my own shoulder over it, but recongnizing that does help me know i can take another step in that direction.... Thinking oh it could have been so much worse won’t do me any good.. And I can´t really say that I do that too much, in that sense I’m very narcisitical I guess...The way I am doesn’t feel wrong... But sometimes putting myself on top of other things... doesn’t do that bad. I can’t say i feel bad for being that way.
I do doubt myself if it’s the right way to be. But who knows honestly..
I does seem kind of weird, my one therapist worked just fine. Since then, like 5 years ago, at least, until today, it’s been her. We are doing videocalls once a week, because, yeah.. and it helps.
I once or maybe even twice wanted to stop attending, it wouldn’t have killed me I guess.. But I’m glad I still go.
It makes me really sad that people do want to get better and sometimes that can’t bring themselves to go. it’s life I guess.
