I have kept a diary for the past several years while in therapy. I honestly don't remember most of what's written in it. But I decided this week to hand it over to my T for her to read. All of it. All hundred+ pages of whiny emotions, and complaining about my life, and trying to think, and trying to come to terms with my past, and all the garbage. I couldn't share a lot of it with her at the time, but I think now is the time for her to see it. But I'm understandably concerned (which is a gross understatement!). So yeah...