When I started therapy, it wasn't because I wanted to start, but because it kinda just happened. I was referred to a psychiatrist by the emergency room doctor, I went and after I felt guilty for not answering some questions truthfully, so when I went back I told her the truth, and she referred me to a counsellor. I went because that's what I was told to do even though she wasn't forcing me but I didn't want to seem like a difficult patient, so I went for 6 months every week and said nothing. One day my mom paid me to say at least one word and that is when I finally started to talk and eventually I told her why I was there.
For a while I didn't know why I kept going but I thought it was because I had to, but my therapist pointed out that no one forced me to do come but yet every week I would show up, so I must have a reason even if I don't know it yet. Now I know it is because even then I was hoping it would get better, even though there are times now when I feel like it never will happen.
Im doing it because I am hoping I will get to a point in my life where even when I can be triggered by things and be able to deal with it and not go back to the past and get stuck in it. I'm doing it so that one day I can actually look at my reflection in a mirror or take a picture of myself or have my picture taken without cringing and feeling like Im going to pass out. And Im doing it so that one day I can truthfully say that I love myself. I dont know if it will happen but I hope it does.
And Im not sure if I will know when Im done with therapy but my therapist says it is when I show up and have nothing to talk about and have to be searching to find something to talk about or work on.