I've been waiting since last fall to see a shrink but since I can't seem to handle going to school or work while thinking about this, I've had to wait until school's out. So I made an appointment yesterday.
The question is whether I'll manage to say anything at the session or if I'm just going to sit there and cry for an hour. Maybe I should write the therapist a letter to hand over when I get there. The thought of blubbering and blowing my nose all over her office feels fine for some reason. It's more the thought of sitting there an hour and just crying instead of talking that bothers me. There's only one way to find out, though, isn't there.
I should have done this years ago when I could still handle living.
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