See, this is my issue. I have both in place. The CBT is something I need to overcome shit my parents engrained in me and change the thought patterns, but I'm genetically predisposed to have depression/bipolar disorder (2+ gens on each side). The second I got on a med that worked even slightly for me, the force feeding my (obeast) mom had employed to promote complacency and self-loathing stopped. As a primary student we would have a block of cheese product, a jar of salsa and a block of cream cheese with a bag of tortilla chips as an after school snack together.  Every. Day. Unless I was bad, then I'd get sent to my room. Bonding with my mom before she got drunk was only possible by gorging with her.