for once, I totally agree with Bingo, especially the bit about talking to someone. At one point in my life I needed to talk about my feelings to someone. But I didn’t. I kept them bundled up. It ended up terrible for. My life still hasn’t recovered fully from the consequences of keeping my feelings to myself instead of talking to someone.
Well, aside from my dumbshit parents and sister, I have no one to talk to, and I’m not going to bring this up with them; all they’d do is wag their finger at me, throw empty Bible quotes in my face, and/or make fun of my situation.
I really wish I hadn’t lost that psychiatrist’s number.