Yeah. I had spent three years living in my mothers attic, promising myself if i ever got out of there, i would be the best, most open, most forthcoming patient there ever was. If i were ever too embarrassed or whatever to say something, i would remember "this moment". And so then yeah, there were many times "that moment" gave me the push i needed.

I think its kinda the opposite value of the learned helplessness many of us practiced to survive in the environments we grew up in. Now that i think of it.