t-h-e-r-a-p-y

Therapy is like writing an hour long horribly honest journal entry aloud. Tuesday is my therapy day. I hate Tuesdays. I hate therapy and that I have to go. Its something that is hard to write about and make public because there is such a stigma around it. But I will write about it anyway because I'm tired of keeping things secret.

This is how Tuesday goes:

• Wake up
• Workout
• Tidy the house
  
• Shower and dress and mentally prepare for what's coming
• Leave with Ron for my appointment at 10:40
• Wait anxiously in the waiting room for fifteen minutes as the dr. is always late
• Dig for an hour through my heart and soul like picks in a quarry
• Go home
• Cry and sleep for a long time
• Wake in the evening feeling a little better and relieved that its over until next week

Well, its nearly time for me to go so I need to get ready. I hope you don't mind but I'm trying to be more honest about my story (also known as life). Wish me luck today. Luck and rest.