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I Love And Adore My Trauma
It took me ten therapy sessions to realize that I was in love with my trauma.
It was a gorgeous summer day, and I was feeling great. Furthermore, I was going through such a joyful phase of my life, and everything was falling into place.
However, I wanted to seal the deal and fully unattached myself from my past trauma, so I decided to reserve a therapy session with a new counselor.
I was so excited about it leading up to it.
In addition, I started to sense the feeling of repulsiveness washing over me as I stepped into the counselor’s office.
I had a hard time breathing and realized that I hated being there, even though I willingly paid for the session.
I was with a new counselor, so of course, I initiated to discuss where all my problems started to appear, and as I was telling her the story, I realized that I started to twist the storyline.
In essence, I was not following the original storyline anymore because of my subconscious cycle of reliving the past.
I have been telling it so many times that I started to add stuff to the story.
