Thank you so much. This means everything to me. I used to go to therapy when i was a kid so this ain’t my first rodeo, I just kinda relapsed. I feel kinda guilty, trying to find a therapist because there was a time in my life when I was fine, doing well, when I was sure I was good to go. And even though I know that this ain’t me fault, even though I know that this is something uncontrollable, even though I know that this is quite common and it’s good to get help, I still feel so ashamed of my situation.
I hate that I feel like I‘m the little helpless girl I was when I first went into therapy. My head is screaming at me that I should not break like that because of some stupid little daddy issues and it’s so hard to tell myself that this is deeper than “my daddy was mean to me”. And that it’s alright to seek help. My demons are telling me that there are people in a worse place than me that deserve a therapy place way more than me. But then again, I don’t know how far my demons might drive me this time around.
I’ll try to get active again, I really miss writing and putting my work out there, but it’s so hard to find the inspiration these days. If y’all have some ideas, that might help.
