My second therapy session...And other random stuff.

My second therapy session went well. Last time I was there, S said that she wanted to talk to my parents. She even told them that she wanted to talk to them, and then either she forgot, or she just didn't. If she didn't, it meant it was probably for the LGBT issue, and I told her not to. My mom wanted to talk to her today too so I was freaking out the entire time, but then SHE forgot. Interesting.
My therapist said I was making progress on my perfectionism, but I don't think so. It's just I've learned to be proud with a B, only in math. But either way, she understands I have a lot going on my mind more than my parents or family do, and I appreciate that, having someone to talk to who won't criticize me without good reason to, who knows that yes, I may get what I want, but I still have my reasons to be upset. I didn't think I'd like her at first, but I guess I was wrong. I'm so thankful to have her. But why is it that even if what I'm telling her isn't TOO deep, I still feel like crying when I see her? I did the first time, actually, when I freaked about inpatient.

I'm getting easily triggered with my SH again. It's only been 8 days. My mom looked at my arms today, again. My friend triggered me last night at community service and probably didn't even realize it.

But all in all, everything's actually looking up right now. <3