I really believe that the more honest I am with my T, the more he can help me. Even when that means I have to tell him something embarassing, or that I'm ashamed about, or that I'd rather keep a secret.

Secrets keep us sick.

I am the queen of replacing one bad coping skill with another...as long as I am doing that, the underlying issues are still there, and that's what I need help with.

I hope you'll tell her, even though it's scary.