Today I re-entered therapy. Although it was cathartic, it brought to the surface this profound sadness in me, mainly by my therapist acknowledging that I’ve endured emotional and verbal abuse from my father, and how her first impression of me is that I come off as emotionally closed off. I guess in the moments after therapy, I was thinking about younger versions of me who should have been protected and embraced, but instead had to protect himself and cope by making emotions less accessible, shutting off the vulnerable parts. I guess now I have to get back to work.
love:
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This picture (and the others, but especially this one), which is supposed to be beautiful, makes me depressed. I don’t want to be on Earth anymore.