I've been a lurker on this forum for a looong time, so I thought I'd post a self-obs just to test the waters.

Before I start, I do want to say that if this topic gets positive feedback, I have PLENTY more observations to share--mostly about myself. What can I say--being deathly terrified of crying in front of others while also being a fairly emotional person makes for some interesting circumstances.

This obs happened almost two years ago, in January. My family and I went through a traumatic incident (which is too personal to share here) a few months before, and my mom told me that if I wanted to see someone professional and talk to them about what happened, she would schedule the appointment. After some deliberation, I decided that I wanted to see a therapist.
I went to see the therapist. She was an older woman, maybe in her sixties, and she felt really cold and distant to me. We talked about the traumatic incident, and I was fine. No tears. Then, we started talking about other things from my past, like how many times I moved as a kid and teenager. We talked about the last time I moved, which was from one state to the state I live in now, and we somehow got on the subject of my old friends--the ones I left behind when I moved.
Quick BACKSTORY: my old friends and I lost touch soon after I moved. There was one time when I visited the state I moved from, and I attempted to contact my old friends. I texted both of them, but one of the numbers turned out to be a landline, and my other friend didn't respond to my text. I was too socially anxious to call the landline. So, I tried my best to forget about my attempt to reconnect.
The therapist asked me a question or two about my old friends. Surprisingly, I felt a swell of emotion ballooning in my chest. I became really hot, a lump formed in my throat, and my eyes filled up with tears. As I mentioned earlier, I'm terrified of shedding tears in front of others, so I fought with all my strength against the emotions and tried to take deep breaths.
In the meantime, the therapist didn't say much--she just moved a nearby tissue box closer to me. Despite the fact that I don't usually use tissues, and I was trying NOT to cry, I took one. I didn't say anything for a few minutes--I knew that if I talked any more on the subject, I would definitely shed tears. I collected myself, and by the time I was "out of the woods" crying-wise, our session was over. I dried the corner of my eyes and quickly tossed the tissue into a trash can so that my mom wouldn't walk in and know that I almost cried.
And that's about it. I know that I didn't really shed any tears, but I figured that I'd start out with one of my smaller observations. If you guys have any questions, feel free to ask.
(One more thing: Is my style of writing too stiff? Should I include more details?)