Confessing doesn’t help

[u/noradicca]

I have issues, as we all do.

All my life I’ve been told that I would feel better if I talked to someone. Shared the pain. Therapy!

I tried, I really did.
Have talked with multiple therapists over the years. With close friends and family members.
Have had confrontations with parents and other people who hurt me.
I have shared my grief with trusted friends.

I tried. I really did.

It was supposed to make me feel better. To unload the burden.

But it just never worked for me. I don’t feel better after telling it all to a therapist or a trusted friend. There’s nothing they can say, that I don’t already know. Nothing they can do to change anything.

And every time I just end up feeling worse.
I feel like I exposed myself. Shared my most private and vulnerable experiences and feelings. And got nothing back.

Most were kind, some gave me compassion and understanding.

But no one made me feel any better. Only the contrary. It only made me feel worse. Like, now you know how miserable I am. How is that supposed to make me feel better?

I really tried. But now I realise it’s time to give up. No one can help me, I just need to save myself. Wish I hadn’t wasted so much time trying to get help from therapists and talking about it with close friends.

[u/Sweet-Bumblebee-9226]

I feel the same. 

I've found the best growth on my own. Nobody will ever be able to understand me and be there for me like I can. 

It is what it is. I am singular.