Oct 19, 2009 21:30
The worst thing about therapy, for me, has been the realization that just because I finally have someone non-judgemental to talk to, someone who's trained to deal with this shit, someone who has my back and will gladly help me with whatever I need-doesn't mean I get out of dealing with this shit.
I don't. Still gotta shovel it. Still my row to hoe, still my mountain to move.
Seems fairly obvious when I write it down, but I think part of me honestly believed that if I just had someone totally in my corner who was contractually obligated to be there for me that my insecurities, anxieties, hell, even my depression might magically lift.
No dice.
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