Le Journal Public Du Borderline

Le Journal Public Du Borderline

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Tu sais, c'est un exercice que mon psy m'a dit de faire lors de l'une de nos séances de thérapie. Mais je me sens maladroit, j'ai toujours peur de mal faire. Je suis seul devant ma feuille, mon écran et pourtant, j'ai quand même l'angoisse de décevoir. C'est stupide, ces mots sont les miens, cette histoire la mienne et toi, celui à qui je me confie. Tu n'a pas de véritable nom, pas de véritable identité, il se peut parfois que je t'utilise pour parler à quelqu'un qui ne lira jamais ces pages, mais c'est pas grave. On va y aller doucement, étape par étape. C'est toujours compliqué de retracer sa propre vie.
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