I first dragged myself to therapy because of severe depression. I should have gone sooner but up to that point I was refusing to admit I was even depressed.

Then it was like every issue came out the minute I sat down on my therapist's couch: massive maternal transference, trust issues, vulnerability issues. Everything sort of imploded inside of me and reached the surface.
So we've been talking about all this ever since, with an emphasis on the relationship between me and my T.