My Therapy Session

Karen Stuart
English 1101
14 September 2009
My Therapy Session
Where shouldI begin? Writing hasn’t always been one of my favorite things to do. Just sitting here thinking about the agonizing process gives me a headache. As I grew older, however, I realized it wasn’t that bad. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I still absolutely hate it. But I’ve found a way to make it my own.
I’m the type of person that keeps all her emotions bottled up inside. Yes, I know I shouldn’t do that, but hey that’s who I am. I have all this negative energy inside of me still to this day. I hate the person I am and I know it shouldn’t be that way. I feel taken for granted at all times. Nothing I do is good enough for anyone. I let all this take over me and I was no longer Karen, or KB. I’m filled up with nothing but hurt and heartache. I need to vent.
I was in class one day and we were assigned a paper to write. It could be about anything we wanted to write about. So that day, I decided to write my emotions and every little detail about them. I was nervous at first to put down in words how I felt. I was afraid that I would be judged for my thoughts and actions. So it took time for me to realize that this is me and someone else was probably feeling the same way or maybe even had similar feelings.
The next day, I began to write my paper. It was harder than I expected. I was confused on where to start and what I should say. Should I give exact details or should I _just leave the readers to imagine_? Everything came to a blank. My thoughts were scrambled and I was ready to give up completely. On top of that, I was really down and stressed from some things that happened. I just stopped, dropped my pencil, and began to cry my eyes out. I thought about everything that I’d been through in my life and wondered why it happened to me. I wasn’t the person that deserved such horrible treatment. I knew I was right and I couldn’t let the past change who I am. So, I dried my eyes and began...