When I told my T about my past...

I half-expected her to react how my dad did when I told him I was raped, to tell me that I deserved it for running away when I was 16.

When I told her about my mom, I expected her to maybe downplay the situation or tell me that I was being a baby, to tough up and deal with it.

Instead, she surprised me by telling me that everything was not my fault and that my feelings are valid. She makes me feel like my words are safe with her and I won't regret opening up to her. I almost wish she was my mom.

I haven't told her about my eating problem. Too afraid to still.

I'm so used to burying my feelings and pretending that they don't exist. My husband is my life's anchor, if it weren't for him I wouldn't have made it this far. I wouldn't be able to talk about the past or about my feelings. And I definitely wouldn't have been strong enough to go to therapy. All of you guys remind me of him- supportive, strong, selfless, and caring towards others. You guys are amazing.

Just thought you should know that. I really appreciate everything you all have done here for me. It has helped me open up even more to myself, my husband, and my therapist. If you could buy happiness, I would buy some for each and every one of you.