Therapy was tough but it was a good one.
She explained her reasoning. I wish I could write it word for word because when I try to summarize it i miss things. Basically, now that I see K, she is realizing how much she coddled me and how immature I’ve been. She says I’m giving the depression too much power and letting it define me so much that I am getting out of things. I am not talking or doing enough of the work in session. She also said that we have been getting into a bad cycle in therapy and she feels she is doing more harm than good. She also knows that I am capable of so much more of what I’ve been doing. She said the past few weeks she was being harder on me because I need to be like a mature healthy nineteen year old. I cannot keep living like a hurt child. I can get better.
I realize I do need to step it up. I have the skills. I am capable of doing this.
For the session we talked about what I am going to be like in three months. I am going to be more confident, healthy, brave, etc. we set some goals that I will write out later.
We also ended with a hug so I felt so much better.