It strikes fear in my heart (and bowels) to have to go to a therapist. My appointment is at 10am. I spend the morning trying to get ready and trying not to bite the kids' heads off from the stress and anxiety I'm feeling over it.
Today went well. We just mostly talked of how things are going at home and how Ken and I are dealing with stress. The hour went by much faster than last week. I really like this woman. I am glad that I'm going, even if I am still scared to go.
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