The day went well. I left the house twice. I did everything I needed to do.
The appointment was great. I really like my new therapist. She’s empathetic, knowledgeable and optimistic. She is willing to do some DBT exercises in the last 10 minutes of the session. I’m going to order one or two books online. I told her about the stigma BPD patients face but I don’t think she is prejudiced or biased. I’m hopeful about this. We instantly created a bond and I’m happy that she’s older than me which means she has more life experience.
I had this CBT therapist. Once I told her that I felt embarrassed about my lack of accomplishments and she said she would also feel like that if she was me. I left that appointment crushed. I left like I entered. That’s not helpful at all.
I feel lighter. I cried a bit while telling my story, I hate doing that. Nor crying but the act of telling my story again. I have told my story numerous times. It gets so tiring. Reliving my past is not a good experience. But I’ll do it as long as it is needed, how many times it is needed for me to get better. If I have to feel uncomfortable to get better, so be it.
I hope you had a good day, too.