I had some weird thoughts and feelings coming out of therapy today.
It’s interesting how it feels one way to acknowledge my own depression, and yet it feels completely different when someone else acknowledges it.
I’ve put a lot of effort in recent years into raising my awareness and responses to rules in my life–those things that I do because I feel like I should do them. I’m also well aware of not being very connected to things that I want. It’s an interesting feeling having someone tell me that they perceive me living my life doing things I feel I should do, and not acting out on things that I want.
I mean, I call it interesting, but really right now I just feel sad about it and I’m not entirely sure why.