My therapist told me I have been grieving these last few months. My friends asked me how I was feeling and my honest answer was "nothing". I hadn't felt happy obviously, since the loss. But I also hadn't felt sad like I expected.

I genuinely hadn't cried a single tear since the loss. Nothing came out. There was suicidal ideation and thoughts of self harm, but there was nothing attached to it. No anger, sadness or pain. That was so confusing. I couldn't sleep without benzos but my head and heart were always just empty. Honestly it made me feel inhuman. I felt like a ghost trapped in a world of real, living and feeling people. And like a ghost; yearning to remember how it was to live. Why can't I hurt? Why can't I cry? What's missing; is that hole just always going to be there?

We were talking about something completely unrelated to these last couple months. Something from my childhood. When I talk to her about something sad, I don't know why I can never meet her eyes. The ground feels like a magnet. My gaze feels so heavy that the act of lifting it to meet hers is an ordeal. I feel like if I ever meet her eyes while talking about trauma that the empathy I see will bring it all rushing back. Things that I've kept far away and locked up just so I can slowly push on through life. I feel like a fucked up, knotted ball of yarn watching everyone else knit their own pretty sweaters and then mittens for their friends.

I don't know why I looked up briefly. Maybe because the pause before her response was a little longer than typical. When someone is about to cry it's telegraphed from a mile away. Her brow was furrowed. Her lips were tight and trembling. She was holding her breath and her hands were clenched. She was blinking her eyes to keep the tears in. But when she finally squeezed her eyes shut I heard the first sob. And then it was bawling. It was chest heaving and shoulders shaking. Each cry sounded like they were clawing their way out from deep inside her. When they escaped they were violent.

And instinctively I found myself hugging her, rubbing her on the back, soothing her with gentle contact on the arm. It was something about her experiencing the same thing when she was younger. Inbetween the sobbing she told me that she was supposed to be helping me. "It's okay", "you're okay" were all I could say. More words were impossible. I don't know when it began, but I was crying too. Then in that room were two people crying. Two fucked up balls of yarn realising they were hurting. We were able to talk about our similar experiences. And then it was a quiet "we're okay".

It was nice. We agreed we were glad it happened. It felt good knowing someone else really understood one of the most painful memories of my life. I never thought anyone else could understand. Until someone else had lived it. I said goodbye with another hug.

Then I sat in my car and didn't leave. I sat in the clinic carpark and cried my heart out for two whole hours. I cried and cried about my loss. And then I cried some more. I cried every tear that I hadn't cried in the last few months. And this time there were feelings with it. I was so sad. I was hurting so bad. I cried thinking about all the best parts of my memories. I cried thinking about the parts I regretted. And then I cried thinking about the future I dreamed of that would never come. I know that people were coming in and out, parking in the spots next to my car. I know they could see me and hear me. I know that they would go to their appointments and come out to their cars and see me still going. But nothing around me mattered. The crying felt like it came to a natural conclusion. And then I felt calm. But this calm was different to the apathy.

I can't lie and say that since then I have cried alot. Or felt alot. Most of the time I feel like I did before. Just blank. But I also couldn't say with absolute certainty that nothing has changed. I still feel so fundamentally broken. Like there is something missing from inside me that everyone else has. But that therapy session did something to me. It might just be a little piece of tape on one of my cracks. But that piece wasn't there before.

Hello! I was at my therapist today. It was my second meet. I came to her because I felt I need help after my long time girrlfriend lost a limb. Not going to go into details, but in the talk I talked some about my need for closeness. Hugs for example. the warm feeling of it etc.
Anyway, after the session I ask her (my therapist) if we could end this meeting with a hug. She said no, boundaries and all that. Now, I get it. I really do. I did not press, I said I undersatand and we parted ways.
My concern is... I am socially awkard as it is and I kind of fear it would be weird. which is a shame cause I really think I like her (professionally obviously) espically after the previous therapist I tried. But now I am afraid it will feel weird.
I guess what I look for is people who went through that hug denial and can tell me it would/could still be fine. As I write this it sounds a bit silly and obvious but I guess hearing other experiences first hand would help

Thanks all!

Do you say out loud telling other people or yourself that you "love" your therapist, not the "eros" form of love from Greek but one of the other types of general connection? Or am I being inappropriate and unprofessional simply by asking this question and wondering if there's any gray area?

I'm not good at opening up, like, at all.

I'm a hard core avoider and realized if I'm not asked directly there's so many things I likely won't open up about. My poor T is sitting there, creating this super safe space and I'm sitting like like, not able to speak.

At one point recently I said I realized something and he was quiet and I said, oh did you want me to tell you? And that basically sums me up. I'm so terrible at this! My poor t is probably so frustrated by me.

It's been a long time. I'm not new at this. I talk about somethinga but there's always this line. Or this wait for him to ask around certain subjects that I just gst uncomfortable with.

Just feeling pathetic and hopeless and so bad for my t.

Is it ok to see a therapist of you previously asked them out of does this breach ethical boundaries?

Throwaway account.. but need some advice. So I have been engaging in some disordered eating behaviors (overeating and purging, it’s happened 3 times in the past 2 weeks) and I’m wondering if I should tell my therapist. A part of me feels like I should and another part worries that she’ll see me as too much and not want to work with me anymore. I just don’t know how to navigate the conversation/situation or when to even tell her. Advice would be appreciated

Hey . I'm 17 . I feel bad ab this bcs my mom is good but there have been some stuff, m like her constantly criticizing me, punishing me, making me feel bad or worthless and now i suffer from all kinds of stuff. One of them is getting attached to older women like teachers as soon as they are kind to me or idk seem nice overall. Until last year, i hadn't realised this. But now it makes sense. It has happened since 1st grade literally. And i remember that feeling of me looking up to these woemn. And i recently came to the conclusion that i have always wanted the attention of a mom. And i feel weird for saying this, even tho i don't do it intentionally, but like unawarely i do things for them to see me, acknowledge me. The past year it has happened with my 34 yo therapist. She's veey very nice. I'm grateful for her but the prob is bcs of my attachment ( which she knows) i have been behaving "badly" sometimes, acting up like a kid or i ger angry t her for stupif things, like canceling a session which normally would be no big deal but I'm projecting a lot at her. And she is a mom to 2 daughters, I've seen pics of them on her socials, and one of them is a toddler and one a preteen. I'm sure they're veey happy, they have a wonderful mom. I'm just very very jealous of them. I feel horribl for this but i am. I want a mom like that. I want a mom that is proud of me. I bet she tells them all the time. I've never heard jt. Or even the phrase 'i love u' . I know my family loves me but they never said it with these actual words. I have a session on Monday and i know I'm going to act bad toward her and be all angry like a little kid and blame her for my problems. But i just want her. I want a mom. I want her to hug me, tell me she cares for me. I swear i feel a hole in my heart when i think ab this. I'm literally crying rn.

As in she either walks in exactly at your start time (which then means she needs some time to set up) or up to 5 minutes after, and because of how the setup is, you have to stand waiting outside the door to the waiting area for her to unlock it.

I recently switched to her first appointment and so far she’s only arrived before me once. It’s such a small amount of time, I’m not sure if I should feel upset or not. Every time she apologizes and says she’s going to try to get there earlier, but then the following week I’m stuck waiting outside the door again. Not outside outside- in a little hallway. It upset me the first couple of times because I would worry that something happened to her, but now I’m finding I’ve gotten use to it. I’m wondering if maybe I should feel bothered though.

My t doesn’t share my session notes to my patient portal. It’s a long story and it’s best for me. Well we have a new medical charting system and I can view the notes again and they posted them so I looked.

During my annual assessment my t said that she was diagnosing me with PTSD and an eating disorder. She didn’t specify which.

I looked at my chart and it said ARFID. I did a lot of googling and research and it fits so I’m not upset. I was just wondering if others had experience with this diagnosis

Who else has been told this incredibly cruel thing?

It's just despicable and unjust. Nobody who is seeking help should ever have to hear something like this.

To everyone who has heard this: I am so sorry. 💔 I've been there too, numerous times--had my CPTSD misdiagnosed as BPD, told I don't really want to get better, etc. and I've finally found a therapist who understands me and who's been through this exact same thing. And she's willing to sit with me, no matter how long it takes.

But it's beyond heartwrenching to have ever had to hear this statement to begin with. 💔

NAT. I was diagnosed with GAD and NPD with borderline features by a psychologist, and now my new therapist keeps telling me I have trauma from my mom with ocd tendencies when I’m not traumatized at all.

She tried to say I had comorbid PTSD on my intake because of stuff like my mom calling me fat (??). How am I supposed to improve if everything gets blamed on that and they’re saying this one person controls my life and changed my brain? I hate being put in this box

I’m a 22-year-old man who has been in therapy for the past two months. Recently, I’ve realized I’ve developed feelings for my therapist. I understand this is a common phenomenon in therapy—even though I come from a math background, I’ve studied enough psychology to know about transference. She’s around 27, unmarried, and while I don’t know if she’s in a relationship, the age gap isn’t significant.

My issues aren’t extreme—recurring dreams of dying, a difficult childhood, and some past sexual trauma and some other but they’re why I’m in therapy. Now, I’m left with two questions:

1. Should I confess my feelings to her? She has no idea, as I’m adept at hiding emotions.

2. Is there any chance for a relationship? I’m aware it’s unprofessional, but I can’t stop thinking about her. How can i say this but she gave me hope and it's first time i fall in love, thanks

When I first saw my therapist, something upset me, I talk to her about it. She is so validating and considerate. We discuss it, problem solved, I feel great and so close to her, in awe of how great the relationship feels.

Now, 1.5 years later.. I’m upset about stuff. I’m like, she always does this. She’s always like this. Ex. Said she’s available for coaching but doesn’t reply to my texts, which I have a limit of 2/month and I always follow the limit. I’m scared to tell her I feel suicidal because I know she will say, you need to decide to take suicide off the table. Sometimes she’s like “what keeps you coming back here” because I haven’t made progress. I resent her when I have to avoid doing destructive things because I know she will not be nice to me. I don’t want to leave her because she’s great, but sometimes she pisses me off and I know I piss her off too with the things I do.

In some ways, it feels like going from a young, fresh love to someone you feel stuck with. Sessions that used to be full of me explaining my problems and us finding insights, are now understandably focused on making progress and sometimes mostly updates, but I’m not good at progressing. For every minute I spend thinking about progress in therapy, I now also spend on thinking about our relationship or whether she’s mad at me.

How do people deal with this? Is it time to leave? I also found this feeling with my other therapist, though she wasn’t nearly as helpful. To note, I’ve seen many therapists, and this one is the best I’ve seen, so it’s hard to know what to do.

I text my T almost every day. I will find something to reach out about. I can’t stop. They let me know this is fine, and doesn’t bother them. But it bothers me, because there’s no way this isn’t annoying. I just find hearing back to be comforting. Any words of advice?

Things were going well, therapy was helpful, and then bam... we aren't connecting well, I'm not improving... I'll probably have to end therapy soon but I'm just confused and afraid it'll happen again if I get a new therapist.

What happens? I’ve heard stories of being sent to psych wards and police coming up. I personally had to go through being sent to crisis center (which had inpatient ward) after my first visit to therapy center where I broke down and told too much. I spent hours there till they asked me if I still had intent to kill myself and I said no. The vibe I got was that if I did not say no they would have me there because they did say “we can’t really let you go unless you say no.” Valid. But scary as hell.

I do want to talk to therapist about my SI. But I am scared that I will be sent to some inpatient hospital and having to pay bills later. I don’t have the money or time to do that. Last time, they waived my bill because I am student and was referred by my school psych service. But o researched and they definitely charge for those service and the price is ridiculous.

I wouldn’t say my SI is active in the way that I am sure that I will not do it because I am scared. (Honestly if I were to do it, I think I probably would have months ago) But I’m also scared that they would take my imaginary “plans” as active suicidal ideation. Any advice?

Hello I wonder if anyone has ever jad any experience with BABCP (British Association for Behavioural and Cognitive Psychotherapies)??

I know i therapist based in Scotland and registered with them that is a total nutcase. She goes around accusing everyone of being a pedo****. Everyone that doesn't do what her child wants, a Nursery Teacher for telling him not to hurt kids,a football coach for not letting him play enough, a Classroom assistant for saying that the boy is a danger to others kids!

All these people have been cleared of any accusations. But someone been in touch with her place of work, BABCP, because now she has criminal charges for abusive and threatening behaviour. And they refuse to take actions According to them there is not a breach of contract and nothing criminal has happened.

How is this even possible? ls someone messed up like this allowed to work with vulnerable people?

I have been seeing a sex therapist for 6 months now. She is the only one in my area. I have been dealing with a rare gyno issue and she has been otherwise incredibly helpful. As some can tell from my post history, I have run into a lot of minor issues with my therapist, but I’ve been able to get past them. This is my first experience in therapy so the internet is my source for finding out what is and isn’t normal.

In my most recent session T and I were talking about how many doctors can be dismissive of the psych effects of surgeries. She talked about how she had a client who was distressed that had surgery for vulvar cancer who worries she looks like Frankenstein down there, and how the clients surgeon said that she should just be grateful she’s alive and that when the client recounted that story in therapy T said “I was like oh my god becky”.

I was surprised, but then I thought, that becky could be a fake name. My T has been in practice for like 30 years, so I thought it is way more likely that she inserted a fake name when quoting herself. The one thing that makes me doubt myself, at the end of a previous session, she when looking at her schedule she definitely said a real first name out loud something along the lines of “ok I have anna at 4pm”. It was quiet, and she clearly talking to herself so i didn’t mention it as it was unintentional.

I am a little worried because I have an uncommon ethnic first name, so it would make me a little concerned if “becky” was indeed a real name, since if she did the equivalent of that with talking about me with another client, that becomes more identifiable, and alongside sensitive medical info.

My T has a home office. The office is separated from the main living room by french doors. She does have adult daughters in their early 20s but if they are home they know to stay in their rooms when clients are around (its a one story house, they would have to in order to avoid bumping into clients). As is usual, when our session ended, my T opened the doors and walked into the living room to lead me out. At the same time I heard one of her daughter’s voice in the living room, and I stepped back far away from the door back into the office. To her credit, my T immediately held up her hand to signal to me to stay there. The daughter said something about that she was just petting the dog. My T, who was clearly annoyed, mentioned confidentiality and told her daughter to go to her room so that I could leave. The daughter definitely knew their was a therapy session going on because she remarked she was blocked in the driveway. My T has clients park in the driveway, I said to my T i can park on the street next time and she said not to worry that it wasn’t urgent that her daughter just wanted to get coffee.

I don’t know how long the daughter was sitting there, but I can’t help but wonder how much she heard, how thin the walls are, because it was the adjacent room. Am i being paranoid here? Am I just piling on my therapist here? It’s not that I don’t trust her, it just this seems a little careless. I do give her a ton of credit for being quick to react to noticing her daughter on the sofa. My next session won’t be for another month but I plan on bringing my concerns up there. How do I do that in a way that doesn’t make me sound paranoid/accusatory? Do I sound like that now in my post? I’m sort of at a loss here.

Also, for the therapists out there who share non identifiable client info when it’s irrelevant, do you ever use fake first names or is that not a thing and I’m being too generous.

Edit: based on the context, I’m pretty sure Becky is not her real name. She was likely quoting a song. So my only concern is the situation with her daughter.

ok so, i have this issue that is tormenting me right now

i have a lot of insecurities, that have affected me in a lot of cases, specially on my relationships with some girls, these insecurities arent even mine, I inherit them from my father (yes, there is a chance that insecurities and traumas from a family member can be transmited by genetics), at the start, i was happy that i realized i dont need a gf to be happy, but.. idk.. im starting to be scared of having a partner, I feel im not a great person sometimes, this insecurities, they make me feel unsure of myself, i feel im not enough for that person, it makes me feel like i can be remplaced at any moment, it makes me not trust on that person, it makes me need to have the control of that person, it makes me feel unsafe if i dont have the control of it, it makes me useless when i cant help them, that has ended on the result of most of the breaks ups i had with them, but the last one really affected me

she was... raped, in 2024, and this behavior just made her go away from me, and now she hates me, i tried to help her, i tried to make her come back to me, i tried everything, i cried, i begged, i yelled at her, and now she hates me, and i dont know for how long that is going to be like that.

I... im just like my father, he was and still is like this with my mom, they had terrible fights each other even close to divorce, hopefuly, my mother understands that my father is not a terrible person, and tolerates his behavior for almost 35 years of marriage, but me?... im scared, i dont wanna be like my father, i dont wanna make the same mistakes he did and i also did in the past, im scared of having a partner now, i dont wanna have one, im too dangerous, i can hurt people, i can make them get angry at me, i can make them want to kill themselfs, i can make them hate me forever, i dont want that, i dont wanna be a monster, but i feel i am, i want to stay away, i dont wanna have a partner anymore, im too dangerous for them, im a monster, i hate myself, i dont like myself, i hate it, i want to change, but i dont know if i can change, i dont know if i cant change, i dont know if i can change, i dont know if its a curse that i have to live forever and that even with all the therapy, im scared it wont work, i deserver to die alone, i deserve to dont have a wife, i deserve dont have children, i deserve live alone for the rest of my life, im too dangerous for someone to have a relationship with, i want to punch my face until i bleed beacause of how much do i hate myself, i hate monsters, i hate them, they are horrible people, so am i, some moments like this i want to die, but im too coward to die, i want to punch something, but i can hurt someone, but if i hurt myself, my parents will panic, i just wanna make everyone forget a monster like me for all the damage i have done to innocent people, for all the pain i have gave to my parents, to my brother, to my friends, to my ex girlfriends, i want them to forget me and have a better life, while i die and i go to hell by my sins, thats what a monster deservers, so do i, if i never existed, i had never hurted all of them, they could have better lifes, i wanna be forgotten by everyone, i want do die

I refuse to fall back into this vicious cycle. We've already done this. I bring up my doubts about "the process", and I'm told to bring them up in a session. Then, in the session, nothing ever gets resolved concretely about it, maybe because the time isn’t enough. It’s always postponed and nothing ever gets concluded, it’s an endless loop. I have to keep revisiting the same things because it always seems like they haven’t been finished. And it’s hard for me to talk about certain things, let alone have to fragmentize them. The worst part is that I’m getting used to this kind of mechanism, or I should say I gave up to it, when it’s never been what I want and it’s never been fulfilling, in fact, it’s frustrating. When I complain about therapy, it always seems like I’m being too demanding, but in reality, I’m not asking for much. A little while ago, you reprimanded me because we wouldn't have been able to move forward if I kept complaining about therapy, so I closed myself off on that aspect, but I’m realizing more and more that it’s something that can’t be ignored. Everything is so artificial, it doesn’t seem like there’s a single thing where I’m truly myself anymore, not even therapy, I don’t trust anything. Even if I want to, I can’t, not in the true sense of the word. I’m about to explode.

For those that have kept up with my therapy journey, it ended terribly. I’m sorry for the lack of an update, it’s just been a lot to process.

Back in January I ultimately decided to terminate therapy with him, due to my own feelings of codependency and some of the more hurtful actions he had done that I haven’t mentioned here. I also had a growing support system and felt ready to go. I thought that termination would be a healing experience and we’d be able to say goodbye to each other.

I emailed him the morning of my appointment and politely said I’d like to discuss the termination process and have about 3-4 more appointments to prep me to be “on my own”. A few hours later I noticed that all of my appointments besides the one for that day had been canceled.

During the appointment he was so cold, and spoke to me with such distain. He said that’s “not how this works” and that I wouldn’t be having another appointment. He threw a bunch of my negative traits that I was unaware of in my face and said that’s why no one likes me, then he asked me “yeah does that offend you?”

He was really upset at the amount of feedback I had been giving him in the past months, and at one point literally screamed through the phone “How much do you think a person can take?!” And regarding my fear of him hating me he yelled “I can’t help it if it starts to bleed through!!” (?)

He never asked why I wanted to terminate, or how I felt about anything. He just went on and on about his feelings. Towards the end of the appointment he sarcastically said “ugh I think I might be able to fit you in my schedule if you really need it” but refused to schedule it during the appointment. and just went “Yeah text me when something happens, see you later” and hung up.

I was so in shock at the flip in his behavior that I just greyrocked the whole time and said “okay” to most of what he was saying. I was really trying not to feed into whatever was happening. I still don’t know why he freaked out so badly. It hurts so much that the person I thought cared about me and that I trusted with literally everything regarded me with such hate in the end. That I couldn’t even get a goodbye from him. I don’t know why he wanted things to end this way. Or if he just hated me the whole time and was hiding it. I don’t know.

I’ve read so many differing opinions! Some places say transference is something which is noticed by psychodynamic leaning therapists but simply goes unsaid. Some places say definitely bring it up. Some people say don’t unless you want to be referred elsewhere.

My attachment has been horribly intense - I would be too ashamed to admit quite how much I was thinking of my therapist at the peak of it. It died down for a bit and is now bad again.

Sessions are so useful otherwise, I’d be upset to lose her as a professional and would hate to make her feel uncomfortable. My attachment has very little to do with her and is more a pattern in myself (she’s probably woman number 85 of a certain age that I have found myself slightly obsessed with) which has been historically problematic for me. So I know it would be useful to discuss but eeeek so awkward and shameful.

so i’ve been seeing my therapist for about 9 months now and i really like him. my mom wants me to start seeing a psychiatrist instead bc she feels like i’m not improving. but thing is she doesn’t want me on medicine she just wants me to see a psychiatrist. i’m really upset and i want to stay with my therapist bc i’m comfortable with him and i feel like he’s doing what he can. i guess i just feel with depression it’s hard to see improvement even after trying coping skills. the only reason i’d be willing to go to a psychiatrist is to get meds. but i was under the impression that psychiatrists functioned more as medicine givers and not necessarily as therapists? do you see a psychiatrist ever week like you see therapists? btw i’m 17

i started therapy abt 5 months ago because my parents said that my behaviour was getting out of control and i needed counselling (im 15F), basically yelling, ignoring and attitude.

my parents dont rlly care and never have they just victimize themselves and want me to treat them fairly even though i think im justified in treating them like sh1t

explanation: they forced me into a completely useless ed program at 13 and i have trauma from that (if anything it made me worse and they only did it bc teachers were threatening to call cps bc i was physically and mentally deteriorating) + ive just figured out on my own that most of my "behavioural problems" are just PTSD symptoms (i obviously dont have it but just symptoms, i havent brought it up to my therapist in fear of coming off as dramatic)

anyway, i told him abt the ed program and in the moment it felt super intense bc i hadnt ever told anyone before so i kinda just sat there silently while tears streamed down my face and i had a silent panic attack but after this session i fell into a deep depression because it wasnt helpful and everything felt worse after i spoke about it and it felt real for the first time since id been suppressing the memories for so long.

its been about 4 sessions since then and ive kinda realized that this therapy (CBT) just doesnt and isnt working for me bc im so realistic, like, if i in theory did have PTSD or CPTSD which im seeing a psychiatrist for soon to confirm or deny, no "coping mechanisms" can really help me bc theres something wrong with my nervous system + view of people and the world.

this sucks bc this is the only therapist ive liked so far and honestly just talking about everyday things would be helpful for me bc i have almost no relationships in my life rn bc of past relationship betrayals (mainly my parents and the program) but i cant even do that because i have major trust issues with adults bc of AGAIN my parents and also the ed program staff members (total shit show of a "professional") so i have a hard time speaking, making eye contact etc,

LIKE ITS SO BAD BRO he probably thinks im mentally regressed bc i answer his questions with sh1t like "idk" and "uhhhhh" but its because im so nervous even being around him bc im afraid of almost every adult and hes just intimidating in general probably bc hes formal and professional but i also really like that about him too bc it makes me feel like im being taken seriously.

THEREFORE, i think im being overdramatic about everything and need to drop out of therapy and learn to cope on my own because i feel so insanely pathetic for even thinking the program was a trauma and it probably wasnt i just need to toughen up, yk? like im 15, its such a transitional age and i need to learn how to deal with this crap on my own before i become some a person whos proud of themselves for getting out of bed (no shade, im saying this bc my situation probably doesnt provoke this type of reaction and it totally can for other people, fyi)

..even tho i do have depressive episodes where im in bed for days bc im so anxious from being around my parents, it feels so threatening (my mom has bipolar and BPD so shes either buying me anything i want or yelling at me for being depressed when shes the one who caused it)

damn sorry for ranting but i just need advice from actual people and i have nobody irl to go to.

oh yeah last thing im diagnosed with ASD, an0rexia, depression and GAD so theres some more background info 🤷

Yesterday I had my second session of therapy and I had a hard time coping with my emotions after the session. I opened up about how I got bullied for 6 years as a kid/teenager and how it impacts my life today as an adult. It was particularly hard for me to talk about it cause I never talked about it irl to anyone before. I didn’t realised it but the session completely drained me mentally. The second I was just alone with my thoughts, I started breaking down because I felt like I was reliving what happened to me and I felt like I was this kid again who got bullied.

Does anyone went through the same thing and did therapy helped you heal from your trauma? Do you have tips on how to cope with reliving these trauma? Should I do something different for my next session of therapy? I’ll take any advice