So I've recently started coming around here because of my... decline in mental health. I haven't posted that often, especially in replies to others, because of the same reason.
HOWEVER.
Today I saw my therapist... last time was mid April, the time before that was late February or something like that. On the drive over there, I had thought about telling her about my more recent problems with disordered eating and with self-harm... I get there, and we don't talk about it. Until there's like 5 to 10 min left... and I kinda slip it in... and she doesn't think much of it... but we continue talking about it... and I become more detailed and specific about everything. So finally we're having a 'normal' talk about my starving and my b/p and my cutting. She said that we couldn't really finish the conversation at that point, but definitely next week. So I already have another appointment next week at the same time... I don't know, even without much lengthy discussion, I already feel like there's a huge weight lifted off my chest.
This is the first time I've ever REALLY opened up to her, in the past 3.5-4 years I've met with her.
I hope I won't be as messed up after awhile... But I think telling her whats going on was the first step in 'recovery'
