I used to roll my eyes at people who said therapy was a game-changer... then I broke down in session 4
I spent like 3 years telling myself I was fine, just tired or stressed from work. Everyone around me thought I was the chill, happy guy who always had a joke ready. But last fall, after a panic attack in the Target parking lot near my place in Portland, I finally caved and booked an appointment. By the fourth session, my therapist asked one simple question about why I always deflect with humor and I just... lost it. Cried for 20 minutes straight, couldn't even talk. That's when I realized I'd been hiding this heavy layer of anxiety behind every smile and laugh for way too long. Now I'm actually trying to be real with people instead of performing happiness, but it's awkward and I keep catching myself. Has anyone else felt like the mask itself became a habit you had to unlearn?