6/14/20
I’m 29
I’m gonna start therapy for the first time next week.
I have anxiety. Self diagnosing depression.
I need to talk to someone. I’m really afraid but she sounded nice.
I completed therapy. Just a couple months ago. She is still available if I need her but … I feel better.
Stressors:
My weight. Even with the weight loss. I still (working on it, but I’m good) feel too big to be anywhere and with people. It affected who I wanted to be around with. Felt too fat.
My family. My burden to carry all the weight and responsibilities. My mother lives with me due to my father being a piece of shit. I have to deal with everything and it even effects my relationship sometimes.
My sex drive. I felt self conscious for a while. My fat and my burdens. Totally good now. Thankfully!
My anxiety. I never liked to talk about it. I keep it all to myself. I felt like I was being a burden to others and I had to fix others before myself. Which was very unhealthy.
I’m not perfect but I’m trying.
Now I just want my mom to find a place so my babe and I can live peacefully with our 3 cats.
Le sigh
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