Well this week has been such a wonderful yet sad one.
My parents found out about my depression and self harming on Monday night.
They called a therapist so yesterday was my first meeting with the therapist.
I'm going to go about once a week until I feel like I'm okay.
I kept panicking about having to go to the therapist because I had a fear that they would think that I have serious issues.
I didn't want to eat of anything.
I felt like puking all the time in all honesty, I kept shaking and crying because I was just plainly scared.
Christian kept calling me gorgeous and I kept blushing. I was so happy in all honesty because it was the day in where I was going to the therapist for the first time and he was trying to make me feel better.
But, I expected the therapist to be bad.
I expected it to be a pain.
To be hell.
But in all honesty, it was one of the best experiences ever.
I felt like I could trust my therapist with anything.
I was relieved because I finally let everything out.
My therapist was the best listener ever.
Anyway, that occurred yesterday.
And I just came back from school right now.
The last day of school.
I'm not going to be with any of my best friends.
Which truly sucks ass.
But, I found out something..
Melissa and Christian are going to be with me.
I'm getting ready for a year of hell and pure drama and ugh.
God damn, of course this is happening to me.
