I always want to be transparent with my readers and I want to tell you guys that I started therapy. I’m actually in a really good place. Anxiety is minimal, intrusive thoughts (almost all stemming from past trauma) are infrequent and I’m really happy. I thought it was the perfect time to start therapy. Here’s why. For those of you who don’t know, I had a less than conventional childhood. My mother was a physically, verbally and mentally abusive drug addict. In my first therapy session, when the doctor was asking basic questions about my life, I found myself recounting some of the following: everyone in my immediate family is/was a drug addictI often went hungry as a childI was neglected, abused and shown next to no loveI overdosed twice as a teen on pills my mother gave meshe started kicking me out of the house at 14, then calling…
