I was planning on catching the bus to the therapist's office, but the weather was shocking. I was then going to ask mum to drive me, but then she went out. I ended up calling her and telling her I had an appt in Bellerive (where the therapist is) and she drove me. I was very close to telling her what the appointment was for. As far as I know, she doesn't know that i'm seeing a shrink or a therapist.
The meeting with the therapist went ok. I couldn't tell her in full about the last few days, but I did tell her about the cutting. She offered to have a dr look at them, but I blankly refused. Last thing i need is a dr prodding around my leg.
we had a good chat about my father, and the whole situation with that. It was an ok session. When I was in the waiting room, one of the drs from the Psych ward was there. I had seen him a few times on my last visit. It was awkward when he asked how I was doing.. I mean if i was doing ok, i wouldn't be in a waiting room in a Mental health clinic. Kind of obvious if you ask me. But then again, with my experiences over the last few days, I don't think anything is obvious anymore.
On a special Note: I would like to extend my deepest thanks to Li. She is an amazing person, and without her, I don't think i'd be sitting here right now. I'd probably be in psych. So to Li.. thank you. Your kindness and support is overwhelming, and I thank you.. more than words can say.