Hello. If you are reading this then wow! Thank you. I don’t know how you stumbled on this site but thanks for reading my poems and whatever else I add.
I have struggled with being in therapy on and off with the same therapist for years. I have and do find it the most difficult, intense (ha hence the name and apologies for swearing but it sometimes is truly fxxxing horrific) thing I’ve ever done in my life.
But it has changed me, I have grown, I have been able to get married, have kids, be kind of successful and to understand myself a bit better.
In terms of why I first entered the therapy room – that was a knowledge that I needed help and wanted to be different. I wanted to be able to be close to people, I wanted to not feel so alone, I wanted to not be terrified of any kind of 1:1 relationships (friends or partners).
I am a work in progress. I still struggle upon entering the room. I am lucky to have the most wonderful, understanding, caring, kick ass therapist who gets me, 100%. Thank you for being in my boat, next to my boat, in the same sea or being whatever I need and can handle you being. And for being there and never leaving.
Fucking intense therapy 