So I didn’t openly admit to it but I wrote down and checked off something on my assessment today in group that I haven’t been able to seek treatment for in the past or ever even feel brave enough to tell anyone about. I’m trying to convince myself that maybe it’s time to rip off the band aids and actually stitch the wounds up to permanently let them heal not just suffocating them shut. I forced myself to believe that holding on to these secrets as if it were something great that was just for me and that it needed to stay that way when in reality all of this is the farthest from great. i just feel ashamed and dont want to be judged or given a stigma. But now I’m actually both terrified and relieved as to what may happen or how it’ll be brought up in the next couple of sessions I’m just hoping I made the right choice.


people who can’t handle all black outfits are weak