(TW: mentions of SH)

On some days, I feel so incredibly hopeless and depressed that I do nothing than lie in bed all day. On some days, I feel so much self-hatred that I cut. On some days, I sob all day and wake up from nightmares that trigger my childhood trauma. On some days, I feel so anxious out in public that I need to breathe in deep to not panic.

But on some days, I also feel confident. I feel like I can take on the world. I even can feel stable (well, as far as stable goes for me). I can still feel loved.

So I’m just scared that my therapist or anyone else for that matter will just send me home and tell me I’m just faking it and reprimand me for it. Am I actually faking it or does anyone else feel the same way? (Probably just need reassurance that I am not alone.)