So I discussed with my therapist on how the memories of when I was 15 are getting to me again. Went and told her things that happened I haven’t told anyone else, things only me and my dad knew. She never seizes to amaze at how well she’s able to process all the grisly details I tell her. Maybe that shouldn’t come as a surprise considering she’s likely heard worse. Been through worse too. She was able to relate to a point with some disgusting things her molester would do to her. Really puts things into perspective… But her overall point with telling me that was that once she found someone she could open up to, it quickly became easier for her to talk about. I suppose that much is true for me now. It does feel easier for me to talk about now that I finally got it out. It’s astonishing how simply talking it out can make one feel so much better. Maybe I will vent about those instances here. I probably won’t get terribly detailed just because it’s probably too much even for this place. But I think I can work on finding that middle ground I mentioned in my last entry now.