Fail

1 month ago
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Today, I had an anxiety attack in therapy. It was brought on by the idea that my therapist is moving her practice out of town. I might have to switch therapists, two yrs after finding A Good Fit.

Because it might potentially be one of our last sessions, she happily gave me quick summations of My Problems. It was a lot to deal with, in my state of mind. But... I’m still here. I didn’t die. My family sucks, i need to make friends, and if I don’t my mental health will continue to suffer. And I hate lists and outlining my writing because I am deeply afraid to be A Giant Failure.