so here I am waiting for my first official therapy appointment – that I had to fight for.
No not the Drs office , other people. I just can’t win.
I’m nervous but excited. I’ll let you know how it goes. But I sit here waiting and I can’t help but wonder why I’m here.
I mean yeah I need to be here for the simple fact that I think people are obsessed with me…but why.
Am I doing the right thing? The fights w my family regarding these appointments has left me doubting. Wondering what I’m doing anymore.
God help me.