Originally posted at Everyday Feminism and shared here with permission.
I remember the first time my therapist told me, “Sam, you’re doing a good job.”
I remember how overwhelmed with emotion I was. I had worked so hard to keep myself steady and had spent so much time just trying to survive, but I never got any credit for this invisible battle that I was fighting every single day.
For a moment, I couldn’t catch my breath as I repeated the phrase – you are doing a good job – in my head a few more times.
When she saw me – really looked at me and saw my pain, my struggle, my willpower – I felt like my whole soul was being nourished. I was being given something I didn’t even know that I needed until that moment: validation.
People with mental illness…
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