I have been in weekly therapy for about the last 3 years straight. I also had a lot of therapy when I was trying to get clean from 2009 to 2011 in various rehabs until I finally got clean. It took until a month ago to remember the abuse I suffered from my dad. He died August 11 of last year. He was diagnosed with brain cancer the end of April and 4 months later he passed. I took care of him, with the help of babysitters essentially, but I had to do everything. I was actually in the process of moving(lived on the same property but different houses) because I got tired of the verbal abuse. I was 38 at the time and moving to have peace. The cancer happened before I left, and over those months I learned to love my dad, and I think he finally appreciated me and actually told me he loved me. Remembering the physical is something my therapist and I are working on, but I dont have anger at him.I said all that to say that once you find a good therapist, dont go for a little bit, stick with it. I honestly feel like 3 years in we are just starting to get to the root of all the fear, anxiety, that near constant pit in my stomach feeling, all the feelings I tried to drown with the needle. If you have those feelings or find a therapist and stay with it And
ty actually crying right now im hurt not sick
"It’s not me It’s the world that’s sick! [Insert picture of girl shrugging saying: “why not both”]. From my experiences, don’t trust people that say: “there is nothing wrong with me, I’m not like you all, I’m normal”
At 18 years old I had a ‘therapist’ try to talk to me in Prison, with a 30 Year Sentence, & I asked him, “What Hell did U ever Know?” , he had No Hell, & Only went to School to be a Phycologist, so I told him THANKU, there’s Nothing more to talk About🤨
I have come to Truly Appreciate Your EMPATHY for those of Us that have been Hurt:pray:t3:& have Continued Forward:facepunch:t3:it’s Not been easy but it’s a part of Existence ~ the Bitter with the Sweet:expressionless:THANKU FOR BEING A VOICE:pray:t3:
RIGHT ON:facepunch:t3:
This accurately represents my experiences with psychiatrists within the NHS
Taylor. How passionate and caring you are for humanity. God bless you.
This just reminds me of the time before I told my parents that I didn’t want to be alive, afterwards they’ve said they knew what was going on, I got in an argument with my sister and my mom took her side for whatever reason and didn’t listen to what I had to say, I shouted at her 2 feet from her face that I should just go and throw myself in front of a train because everyone would be better off without me, I walked upstairs got dressed then I walked out of the door, nobody tried to stop me, i didn’t hear from them till 2 hours later, after I had already walked to the train station with the intention of ending it all that night, I turned around and bought alcohol and sat in a park drinking through the tears after nobody answered their phone, I tried a lot of people and not one single person answered, and the only reason they texted me was to ask me to come home for dinner. To this day I still don’t believe my parents when they said I love you, I think they do but something inside me tells me they don’t and that’s the main reason why.
Yes you are!!! It’s called an Empath…we are the ones who help people through the toughest of times as i feel what people feel as I’ve been there…but i also have a very strong sense of empathetic attachments !! Also…you’re right,as the whole world is very screwed up right now!! We need to be more like you and your crew as this kind of therapy is what people need and much less of the kind in Rens song that you just reacted to !! 
that the england medical system @heartsuppoert
iv had so many therapist since I was 5 years old and most of them were like this so I stopped going to my therapist because I went through this so many times
With this song my first reaction was a bit like well thats why i don’t go to therapy because the don’t care and then after your reaction i was like oh so there are people that really care and want to help. My parents divorced, my dad did not like it when we talked so started yelling and stuff and i knew that just talk would never fix anything but that all they did. One day i was i have enough had a fight over the phone told everything i want and needed to let go got told i wasn’t his daughter anymore. When i told the helping people what happend they were just oke thats done now we dont need to help you anymore. all my symptoms i have were just stress and the doctors were also like well you have to live with it. So i kinda got told just do it on your one.
Gotta do chalk outlines, forgot how to be me and diazapam
when I had my first lupus flare I was too anxious to go to the doctor until it got really bad I was in so much pain and I was so weak that after I took a bath I tried to get up and out and my legs were to weak and I fell out of the tub onto the bathroom floor and I couldn’t get up I laid on the floor crying til my mom got home and helped me up. And now I cannot have a bath without getting scared and anxious. I only have showers now :// I am also medicated for my anxiety now