Started therapy last month. It's harder than I expected, but also somehow lighter? Like carrying a heavy bag and finally being allowed to set it down.
Does anyone else struggle with asking for help? I've always been the 'strong one' and it's exhausting.
Three months since my last really bad day. Not saying it's perfect, but progress is progress.
Three months since my last really bad day. Not saying it's perfect, but progress is progress.
The quiet moments are the hardest. When there's nothing to distract from the thoughts.