So I’ve been in and out of therapy the past 4 years. I’ve had addictions. Been homeless. Psychosis. Pushed a shitton of people, opportunities, and love away. I’ve gotten to the point of sincerely giving up hope and getting on disability and drinking my sorrows away. But today, there was finally some fucking HOPE. I’ve had a new therapist (female) and I am male. I’ve been meeting with her for like a month. Today she somehow opened up the child inside me that has been lost for a long time. Idk how she did it, but she’s one of the few people I’ve ever felt legitimately safe with. She had me refer to my child self in the third person. Asking me how HE feels. Not how my “adult self” is supposed to feel. Which is the cover I’ve put on to hide my inner child. This is literally the first time anyone has broken through to him and made him feel safe enough to express his emotions. Catharsis is the best way to describe it. I feel lighter. I feel like there’s hope. If you haven’t found the right therapist, please don’t give up your search. It is so so important to find someone that your inner child can trust. Good luck friends, -Bo