Therapy can be hard. You are expected to open up about you darkness and let a stranger see your demons. It can rip open wounds you had been trying to ignore. It is tough talk, but it is necessary.
Yesterday I had my regular therapy session. We talked about one of the issues that is at the very root of my struggle, fueling my anxiety, my depression, and leaving me feeling raw and angry and broken.
I know that in the long run this tough talk is necessary. I need to confront these issues if I am to put myself back together again. But for now I am just surviving. It is all I can do.
This post is hard. Acknowledging the demons and admitting to my depressive episodes is a struggle, and I can’t even bring myself to write openly about this issue, the one that sent the dominoes of depression toppling. Hopefully someday soon I will be able to. Hopefully someday soon this talk won’t be so tough. But like I said, for now all I can do is survive it.
