I totally relate. I have talked very openly about my abuse with my therapist, but there was that one thing that I wasn't brave enough to tell her. Then, one day this past spring I felt like I needed to tell her or it was going to destroy me, because I was feeling suicidal all the time and my depression and anxiety were just getting worse because of it. So, I wrote it out and read it to her. It was a horrific thing that had happened to me, and I kept it a secret for 25 years, not telling a soul. But, when I read it to her she was so compassionate and loving about it that it made me feel instantly understood. Getting through that one last thing has helped to move forward by leaps and bounds. It's so amazing how the healing journey works. Just when you think you can't do it and you take whatever inkling of courage you have and share the difficult stuff, you'll see that you will not feel so alone with it anymore. It's scary, but it really is worth it.