Hey, I just wanted to share. I feel like I don't have anyone to talk to.

I finally told my therapist about something that happened to me a really long time ago, when I was a kid. It took a lot of courage. I feel really proud, but, also, it doesn't really matter anyway.

I feel really lost and alone and I don't really know what the point of living is. I haven't wanted to be alive for a long time. Now I'm just stuck here, still, and I feel like I can't live the life I want. Also, I feel whiny for talking about it. I judge myself really harshly for anything-- for having feelings, for feeling down, for any mistakes I make.

I guess, I don't know what to do. Anyone have any ideas? How do I start enjoying my life again? Or will I ever?