Sometimes I wish I had kept some of me for just me. I have shared all of the important parts with t, and I feel like there's nothing left. It doesn't feel gratifying and releasing, it feels like parts that I am going to have to answer to each meeting. For example, when I'm depressed (like now) am I being triggered from the past, or is it something else? My childhood doesn't control my every thought!

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