Therapy has enabled me to finally talk to my parents about my emotions and my struggles. My family doesn't like to talk about difficult feelings, so I've spent most of my life trying to suppress mine (unsuccessfully, because I grew up undiagnosed bipolar with an undiagnosed bipolar father), but I refuse to live like that anymore. I need to talk about it, and I want my parents to listen. At first my mum would attempt to change the subject, but I've called her on it and she doesn't do that anymore. And even though she still seems uncomfortable with it, I'm glad therapy has got me to this place where I am able to open up about it and explain to my parents that I don't want to be a drag, I just need to talk about these things as part of my therapy process.

I am also able to feel something other than self-hatred. Different emotions are surfacing these days, thanks to my university mentor/therapist and her relentless efforts to eliminate my negative scripts as well as deflating my inner bully.

No more suppressing my feelings. No more allowing negative scripts to run my life. Thank you, therapy!