So if you’re not willing to gently push me to talk about the stuff that makes me feel ashamed, embarrassed and awkward, even though I’ve specifically asked you to sensitively keep asking questions so I can try to engage rather than avoid, then how does this stuff ever get talked about? I took a risk and asked for your help. You refused. This is why I don’t ever ask for what I need. There is just no point. Well done on reinforcing the point that my needs don’t matter. I won’t be asking for anything again.
And I changed my mind about the voicemail because I’m sick of you not delivering on the stuff you say you’re going to do. I would rather take back the control and say I don’t want it than be reliant on you to provide it and risk disappointment again when another week passes and you haven’t done it. It’s just a reminder that I’m completely unimportant and worthless.
And no, your stupid quote didn’t help. Thinking about what I’ve survived doesn’t make me realise I am strong and can survive again, because every day I wish I hadn’t f***ing survived.