No, my therapy life and non-therapy life are not separate. A lot of people know I am in therapy but I don't talk about it with anyone except my mom. She doesn't know all the details but she's the only person in the world who knows how important therapy is to me. She also has some vague idea that I have feelings for my T and she doesn't judge me. I don't go around blabbing "Hey I'm in therapy!" But there's not one piece of me that feels shame for bettering myself. I'm proud of my struggles in that room - I'm facing fears, getting stronger, healing wounds, and learning to make better relationships. Where's the shame in that?