Thursday, December 3, 2009


So I'm sitting here all ready to go to the doc. I'm so nervous that my hands are shaking and I can hardly sit still. I got dressed in my best grown up looking outfit... the best fitting one... which is getting hard since I can't really find pants that fit. I just really want to be taken seriously. I don't want to have to prove myself again. Just because I'm in my twenties doesn't mean that: 1) I'm not ready. AND 2) that I'm crazy and don't need help after all, because the last four years turns out were all in my head.

Please just let me have a good doc that wants to help. *SIGH*


1 comment:

jill said...

I'm thinking of you :)