So I told my T one of the two horrible things about me that I planned to never tell anyone ever. It took forever -- two years of therapy and the whole session today and I finally spit it out in the last ten minutes. I have tooth marks inside my lips from biting them so hard and a wicked headache, but I did it. My T did not think it was horrible, nor did he think it said anything ABOUT me as a person. He agreed it was the kind of thing that will F with your head though. hahahaha. For some reason it cracks me up when a professional says something like that -- "yeah. That'll f u ck with your head when that happens." Um. yeah. It DID in fact f with my head. That's why I'm here.

So, now I'm done with therapy right? The other horrible thing I REALLY am never telling anyone so I don't need to worry about that. For some reason, all along, I've thought once I wasn't depressed anymore and finally got some of this stuff out in the open, I'd be done.

Oh, and also, I was exhausted after the session and keep feeling like I need to cry, but there's really nothing to cry about. So maybe I'm not done after all.