LemonjuiceSenior Contributor
Back in therapy.
I told my therapist about what happened and he asked me if I had anyone to talk to apart from him. I told him how I came here but that I stopped after a time because I felt embarrassed...my depressive talking, my on and off comments about feeling suicidal. He told me it was a good thing that I reached out but he could see I didn't think it was a good thing. For one thing, it lessens my drive to suicide and that p's me off. For another, I'm just not use to talking to people...I just grin and bear it until it passes. I have a sense of being weak or stupid or shame about feeling like this. I ought to be strong, keep it together, disciplined, etc. I tell myself, people here are probably worse situations than me, I should be comforting them, not being a depressing, attention seeking whinger.