When I'm in therapy I have a hard time opening up. she's a complete stranger that knows nothing about me except for my chart. I wish I could tell her that everyday I wish I wasn't alive. I wish that I could tell her I released. I wish I could tell her I feel like a piece of shit for my family. but I cant. no matter how hard I try.
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Totally get and understand this, I couldn't do it either, discussion with a complete stranger so very difficult, well written
Such a common feel for any new relationship. How do you strip yourself naked in front of a stranger? Good read
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