Today, my therapist said that she sometimes doesn't know how to help me, because I seem to be strong and pulled-together. There is some truth to this. Sometimes I feel like I need to constantly show progress, but the problem is that I keep most of my problems to myself. I don't like to bother people with boo-hooing, and I don't like to appear weak. I am trying to show more vulnerability, which is difficult but coming along slowly. To my therapist I said, "I'm like a Butterfinger, though: Nice and solid on the outside but a bit crumbly on the inside." Deliciously crumbly, I wanted to add.
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