Somehow, in just a couple of weeks, I'd disclosed more to my online therapist than I had with my previous therapist that I'd worked with for over a year.

Talking mental health with Sam Dylan Finch.
Somehow, in just a couple of weeks, I'd disclosed more to my online therapist than I had with my previous therapist that I'd worked with for over a year.
We don’t deserve this. And we certainly didn’t ask for it.
This community taught me not only what toxic masculinity demands of men and masculine people, but also the possibilities that exist outside of it.
It's not logical... but OCD isn't logical, either.
How many opportunities have we missed to make this community safer and more affirming because we were unwilling to make ourselves uncomfortable?
It can be as simple as noticing. As simple as validating us. As simple as saying, “I believe you.”
"This won't be so hard," I tell myself. "It might even be fun." But the second night alone, I'm having a full-blown panic attack.
You may not understand my pain, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t valid.
The self-hating borderline is the one that the world loves the most. It's an uncomfortable truth, then, when I tell people that I don't hate myself.
"Ugly" was the only word I had to describe my dysphoria, which meant it flew under the radar for a long time.