Anyone else have this. I like my therapist too much, to the point I want to pretend I'm fine and normal when I'm not. I'm sitting here tonight wishing I was dead, why can't I open up and share the depths of my problem with him? Because I know it won't be attractive, and I don't want to be "like my mother." Also an hour is too short. Sometimes I feel like he couldn't possibly even know me well and I've been going for years! An hour isn't even enough time to talk about the most important things going on in the present, let alone ever bring up the past.