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Okay, guys. I have a lot of problems with my emotions. I repress my emotions. I am scared of my emotions. Yeah. I can't even name half of my emotions. But I am thinking about talking to my therapist about emotions in our next appointment. Seeking advice from those who also have problems with emotions, if you have ever talked to you r therapist about repressed emotions, do you have any advice? Anything to make the pain easier? To not net my anxiety get in the way. Anything is much appreciated.
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I once went to a psychiatrist, and because I'm forgetful, I wrote all the things that I suffer from on a piece of paper on the night before, and he took it and read it and kept it in my profile.
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You got the courage to talk about your emotions. That will make it easier.
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I think you should say just what you've mentioned here: "I repress my emotions. I am scared of my emotions". Saying this or writing it down and sharing it with your therapist. It's what I've done several times when I couldn't let the words pass my lips for the anxiety I experienced. In time I felt safer to share out right and it got easier. I still get nervous, but my therapists have always responded with trying to help me figure it all out.
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Hi, A good step is realizing you do repressed them. Sometimes it takes seeing a few different therapist before you find one you can open up with. Even a good friend can be like a therapist. Writing down my feelings over the years has been helpful and the quiet of nature.
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There are so many things wrong with me, and sometimes I believe there is more than what is diagnosed. I fear never healing, being left alone to crawl this heartless, cruel world. I hate myself so much, and sometimes, as much as I hate them, all I really want is a heartfelt hug. Will I ever make it through this thing called life? Or will I drown in the darkest depths of the ocean? Only time can tell. As for now, I just hide and I fear. This is, and will always be my life. ![]() ![]() |
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