I have not felt this empty inside for years after I did this thing.

The most important thing that happened to me in 2024 is that I went to my first therapy session.<br><br>It was an appointment for my parents. I was just there to explain the situation to the therapist because my parents don’t speak English. After explaining everything and making sure my parents were comfortable, I told the therapist that I would be leaving. Instead of letting me go, the therapist smiled and asked me to stay. She said she had an appointment slot open and offered me a free session on the same day. It was the most peculiar experience. I don’t know if this is normal.<br><br>I took the offer. The therapist asked me about my day so far, and I told her about the part where I froze and couldn’t get off the bus. She asked me why I didn’t get off the bus. I really didn’t know. She asked again. I really couldn’t answer. She asked about my day some more, and I told her that I always procrastinate. She said she would teach me an exercise to overcome it.I didn’t believe it. I really didn’t believe her.<br><br>In the following weeks, I grew more and more desperate. I didn’t go back to therapy, but I tried the exercise. Something about going into a room then coming out and going back in and out repeatedly. I did it enough to feel funny, then I stopped. I did it again. Then I stopped again and promised myself I’d do it once more but never did.<br><br>I lost count of how many times I went to the bus stop and froze. I only counted how many times I got back home and cried. Time felt warped. It was like time was moving, but not really. I would be crying in bed, and the next thing I knew I was still crying in bed. I would wake up, cry in bed, go to sleep, then wake up and cry again. I lost all sense of time. It didn’t matter how long I lived because I felt the same. Nothing changed because I couldn’t do anything.<br><br>I didn’t understand therapy until I was on the bus one day. I was late because my bus came too early. I could have sprinted for it, but I didn’t. My parents laughed at me, saying that the next bus was in 30 minutes. I stood there frozen at the bus stop. The bus was leaving. Time was passing. I felt like time was moving, but not really. I told myself I would try again the next day. I went home.<br><br>I cried again. Then I did the exercise. I went into my room. Then I went out. Then I went back in. I didn’t feel any different. Then I went out and came back in and out and in again. I went out and in a lot. It didn’t feel any different. The next day, I went out and in again. Then I went back to the bus stop. The same thing happened. I stood frozen at the bus stop. The bus was leaving. Time was passing. I felt like time was moving, but not really. I told myself I would try again the next day. I went home.<br><br>But something felt different. The world felt different. The trees felt different. My parents felt different. I went out and in again. I went out and in a lot again. The next day I went to the bus stop and stood frozen. I didn’t go home. I took one more step. Then I took another step. I kept going. I got on the bus. Something about time passing but not really was true. I finally felt like time passed.<br><br>I didn’t feel this way for years. I didn’t feel this feeling of time passing but not really for years. For years, I could feel myself wasting away, but this feeling of time passing but not really was not there. It was the only explanation. I finally felt like time passed, and I didn’t feel this way for years. It was finally happening. I finally did it. It finally happened.<br><br>I finally did it. It finally happened. I finally got off at the right stop. I finally did it. It finally happened. I finally got off at the right stop. I finally did it. It finally happened. I finally got off at the right stop. I finally did it. It finally happened. I finally got off at the right stop. I finally did it. It finally happened. I finally got off at the right stop.<br><br>I finally did it. It finally happened. I finally got off at the right stop.<br><br>Edit: Sorry for all the messages. I didn’t know it was rude to not reply to comments.