The first time I went to therapy, I was a college student who just thought I needed someone to talk to. And I genuinely did.
I wasn’t talking to anyone about what was going on with my family, the anxiety and dissociation I was hiding with overworking, and the passive suicidal thoughts that were creeping into my head when I was walking to class or faking it at a party.
For me, therapy meant talking to someone about all the things I felt like I couldn’t tell my friends. A place to tell my secrets.
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