I didn't want to try therapy right now. Last year, my parents thought I was kind of weird and made me go to three sessions. I thought it could be good for me to say everything that hunts me out loud, but I couldn't. I ended up telling her that there was nothing wrong with me and that I shouldn't be there, and in the end she told my parents I should quit and only come back if I thought there was need. If I ask them to give it another try, they will be pissed, and will probably demand an explanation. And I don't think I'll be able to say anything to the therapist, anyway.

I like to write down my problems, I like to know what people think of them, but when I consider telling anyone that I actually know in real life or am face-to-face with, I freak out.

But thanks wpowers, because I guess you're right. For a long time I thought I was overreacting and being weak, but now I'm sure I'm allowed to feel this way. It's like, I didn't want to accept that my parents weren't exactly perfect and my life wasn't exactly perfect and I'm not exactly perfect. I can now, but I can't say it, you know.