I really like my therapist I just don’t see the point of it. Really she’s like a friend I’m paying for. We talked about cutting a bit today and moved onto my grandparents and normal things, as if I just met a friend and was telling them about aspects of my life. Aren’t shrinks suppose to like focus on other things, not be such a friend?
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The first time I talked to a counselor I bawled my eyes out for most of it, but at the end felt relieved to be able to talk to someone who won’t judge me. They have the ability to give you helpful advice if you need it, but sometimes all you need is someone who will listen.
I don’t like how it feels so incredibly fake though. Like I’m paying for a friend, and I really hate talking to people. & I get nervous from the one-on-one thing making it impossible to process my thoughts so I kind of blurt everything out and she’s proud I’m so “comfortable” with her and able to tell her so much already.
Maybe you have a lot that’s been waiting to get out, you just didn’t have an outlet for it?
But we’re not talking about anything specific. Literally we were talking about like my grandparents and other irrelevant things to my cutting and stuff.