Your innermost problems and feelings.
A qualified therapist with whom I have a good rapport.
When I had a therapist it was great. Before about 2010.
Closest friends or better yet significant others. It builds intimacy.
I have to vote for a complete stranger most likely of the opposite sex that I have almost a zero chance of ever seeing again.
What is preventing you from seeing a therapist in 2015?
I prefer not to discuss my dependence on my parents – I depend on them 100%. Sadly I am totally alone.
Unfortunately anyone online can be doxxed.
In your situation woulkd it really matter? What harm could it do you?
A forum. I couldn’t even open up to my psychologist properly.
For deep innermost problems, my therapist is the first person I turn to. Followed by the internet.
But I am really trying to get out of the habit of sharing my problems with anyone. I am somewhat unflappable, but I still fall short of how I’d like to be. I’d love to be able to channel all my negative emotions into productivity and creativity, instead of going through occasional bouts of useless sadness and frustration. I know bad feelings are inevitable and just a part of the process. But they make it hard to be completely independent of others.
I think strangers are best for this sort of thing. You could sit next to someone on the bus and unload your innermost problems and feelings on them. But you’re housebound, so that won’t work. How about walking up to your next-door neighbor and talking to them? If they start to back away from you, make sure to follow them home, continuing to share your problems and feelings as they [DEL]get away[/DEL] step away from you.
Cleverbot, obviously.
A close personal friend.
I went with “Closest Friends” assuming that category would include my wife.
Mainly to myself. And my imaginary friend, Lothar the Llama Assassin.
Or my wife and one or two closest friends, whichever.
You might want to re-think that - Lothar blabs everything you tell him to me.
Regards,
Shodan
Anyone interested in them (a presumably limited contingent, that). I value the right to privacy but I don’t have a particularly strong urge to exercise it. I have the odd and probably ridiculous tendency to think my thoughts and feelings are fascinating.
I knew it! Lothar and I are going to have words. Words, I say!
He didn’t tell you about that time in Newark, with the svelte pharmacist, flock of penguins, etc., did he?
Nobody knows the trouble I’ve seen. Nobody.