And today, my friends, marks the day I was asked by a therapist what is your motivation for staying alive? And I looked that poor woman straight in the eyes and said, I haven’t worn a dagger in a thigh strap yet.
i love having trauma from an alarmingly young age because when I can't remember stuff from my childhood I get to play a game called "Is This Normal Memory Loss From Growing Up, Or Do I Have Severe Trauma-Induced Memory Repression?"
Me, joking with my therapist that my brother's puppy is the perfect match for my personality since I constantly want to give pets physical affection and get sad when they don't want it, and the puppy constantly wants to receive physical affection and gets sad of he's not getting it.
Her, killing me instantly, "you know I've heard some people say the way we show affection to kids and pets is how we wanted to be loved as children"
Shoutout to my therapist who say “no you’re not” when I answered “good!” to her asking “how are you?” when she walked in. girl if u knew then why’d u ask.