On Monday, I lied to my therapist.
It was the first time I have intentionally lied to her in the hope that she wouldn’t think I’m a bad person.
I realise this is flawed, and I shall list why now:
- She is, as far as I know, pretty damn objective and I don’t think she’d judge me.
- She doesn’t believe that people are “good” or “bad”; she understands the complexity of humans and knows that people are more than a three or four letter word.
- Even if she did think I was “bad” she certainly wouldn’t tell me.
Some people might say that it shows some disharmony between the two of us if I’m willing to lie to her but, instead, I’d suggest it shows disharmony within myself.
I’ve just sent her a text telling her that I faced one of my fears this morning. I’ll face the rest of them next week.