Am I whiny? Yes. Am I selfish? Yes. Do I feel dead inside? Yes. When I talked to my mom about going to therapy she was all “I don’t know how well therapists work” which is a legitimate concern but made me lose hope that therapy could help me.
I’m screaming for help, inside. But in order to get help I have to ask for it. I’m not too proud to ask for help, I’m just not about to put that kind of burden on someone.