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A form of cbt

So at this point in my “recovery” I am back at cbt and trying to get my head around me. Taking it later by layer. Page by page what ever you want to call it. I am trying to get to a point where I can understand why I do the things I do.
I’ve always said that I am not trying to “fix” me I am trying to understand and adapt to what is there.
The cbt that I’m having works with the idea of a little me and it’s about letting her come through and to not out the barriers up that mean she doesn’t get to speak.
It’s got to the point that after every session I’m more tired than I went in. I know that’s doing me good going to the sessions I just feel that it’s hard to fully open up sometimes. It’s about letting my support guard down and showing the vulnerable me and that scares me because I don’t know what will come out.

Ex: last session it came out that I’m scared to be by myself in a place of my own. That I should have my husband with me on this next stage of life’s journey yet I’m doing It by myself.

That I admit has given me a lot of food for thought and yet have no answer as to how I’ll fully be comfortable in a place by myself. I know that might seem strange to some people but it’s part of my issues that are slowly show there self and making me think even more about the “true”me


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