It's tomorrow, to see if she diagnoses me with ptsd. I'm kind of depressed to talk about it with her. I wrote down the things I wanted to say and it's just brought up a lot of self esteem issues from adolescence. Meanwhile I'm having these emotional flashbacks of regret, fear and guilt that this ever happened,. At first I was really excited because I was hoping she'd be able to help me. She says 80% of her clients show ptsd symptoms, and her qualifications list that she specializes in self esteem issues, unresolved childhood issues, anxiety, depression and ptsd therapy, but it also sounds like she deals with a lot of transgendered people, which isn't my issue at all. I'm worried that it'll be some kind of counseling for self esteem. Normally I do have plenty of self esteem, but right now I'm at a point where I'm reliving my past at a time when I had very little self esteem. I just feel really alone, like nobody gets my problem. Haven't told my parents. They think I'm fine, doing well in all my classes that just started. Little do they know it's been mental hell in my head for the past two weeks and all my plans for this year of living on my own and taking classes and being happy have gone to the dump, and I'm about to see a psychologist about something that happened a long time in the past and that I can't undo and that is ruining my life and that I'm blaming myself for, even though I know it's not my fault. If I could tell my 14-year old self to get out of that harmful environment because it's going to have severe effects on your mental health later in life, then I would. But I was young and naïve, and I always keep everything to myself instead of telling my parents.