Someone knows now...I finally told.
I've been trying so hard to keep it in, the idea of anyone knowing makes me nauseous, but it was suffocating me..I had to tell someone.
I've been feeling so many different things since I told her...a little relief because...well, I'm not sure why. but she knows. I'm awful at trusting people, and part of me is waiting for this to backfire..for her to go running to my parents with what I told her while another part of me trusts that she won't tell anyone else, that she'll respect the fact I don't want anyone else to know.
Had a panic attack, driving home from telling her...had to pull over and wait it out. I'm feeling sick to my stomach, terrified, ashamed, and yet just a little bit relieved, because I finally said...something.
I couldn't say it..not the words, but she understood what I was trying to say, she understood how hard it was for me to even talk to her about it. I've known her for almost 10 years now, she knew about my bipolar, my past with self-harm when we were in high school together..and well, now about what happened. Well, the basics of it at least.
I'm scared this will change everything between us now...because now she knows. Whenever she looks at me now she'll see what happened to me. I hate that. I didn't want to tell anyone for a reason. They'll look at me and see what happened instead of just seeing me...it'll define me more than it already does. But there's no going back now...I guess I'll just have to wait and see what the fallout is..
I've been trying so hard to keep it in, the idea of anyone knowing makes me nauseous, but it was suffocating me..I had to tell someone.
I've been feeling so many different things since I told her...a little relief because...well, I'm not sure why. but she knows. I'm awful at trusting people, and part of me is waiting for this to backfire..for her to go running to my parents with what I told her while another part of me trusts that she won't tell anyone else, that she'll respect the fact I don't want anyone else to know.
Had a panic attack, driving home from telling her...had to pull over and wait it out. I'm feeling sick to my stomach, terrified, ashamed, and yet just a little bit relieved, because I finally said...something.
I couldn't say it..not the words, but she understood what I was trying to say, she understood how hard it was for me to even talk to her about it. I've known her for almost 10 years now, she knew about my bipolar, my past with self-harm when we were in high school together..and well, now about what happened. Well, the basics of it at least.
I'm scared this will change everything between us now...because now she knows. Whenever she looks at me now she'll see what happened to me. I hate that. I didn't want to tell anyone for a reason. They'll look at me and see what happened instead of just seeing me...it'll define me more than it already does. But there's no going back now...I guess I'll just have to wait and see what the fallout is..