I started going to therapy a few months ago, and it’s truly been such an eye-opener for me. I feel validated, heard, and angry. The anger is from realizing things were/are indeed worse than I thought, and the years of being made to swallow my feelings has led to a stunted sense of emotion- like struggling to even tell what I’m feeling.
There’s also upset to still work through because many traits I’ve been complimented on having, such as independence and maturity at such a young age, came from the abuse endured, and the scars run deep. I’ve been on a long, struggling road to find who I really am, and I aim to find it.
Who am I without the pressure? Who am I without the guilt? Who am I without the anxiety and fear? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I’ll find out eventually
