@Chava, what you wrote reminds me of a particular session I had about 9 months ago.
My previous trauma therapist, who I worked with in intensive treat me, started off the session one day telling me, in a somewhat confrontationally kind way, that I wasn't broken.
"(jmh) you are not broken, you don't need to be fixed."
"Right yeah, ok..."
"(Jmh) you are not broken."
"Um ok... Then what the heck am I doing here?"
"You have PTSD, you have been through trauma, and you have some things to work on. But YOU, jmh, are not broken. YOU don't need to be fixed."
I sort of wanted to throw my journal at him, and sort of wanted to run screaming from the room. Instead, I broken down crying.
Because he is right.
I have PTSD. I have been through horrible things. I have real symptoms and real problems. I also am a person outside of that.
It's so weird because I'm so deeply reluctant to admit to myself or others that I have PTSD and I hate the mere idea that I have been a victim. It is so liberating and painful to accept what this therapist told me. But it's true.
I feel like I'm at war with myself on this, maybe a good battle to be in? I don't know...