I still struggle at almost 30 years old.

It’s kind of embarrassing to me. I’ve never gotten the help for it I needed, which… I am not sure if that is a factor into why I’m still struggling with it. When it first happened, I was quiet about it at first but I knew my family worried when my sister was going through it a bit so I told my mom, who told other members in my family. They asked if it helped me feel better/ said how they could never and called me brave? I had a counselor who I was nonchalant about it with, just said “yeah, this is a reason we called you.” And I don’t think she ever really asked me much more about it, I was put on medications though. And it never really stopped. I find different ways, make sure I can hide it however. I’ve tried stopping, but always fall back.