Reassurance in Brand New Me

I spoke with my counselor.

I called the place again to schedule an appointment and it kept going to voicemail.
I couldn’t take it anymore and had to go down to see if she was available. I had to wait until she was done speaking with a new intake. I finally went into her office and told her (as my tears burst out) that I’ve been feeling horrible all week and that I probably just need to be on my medication. I told her I called and no one would answer. She called for me. I don’t even think there were two rings and the guy answered. SMH. Like I had to have a whole break down from my patience in order to simply schedule an appointment. So I’ll be going next week since I already had my day off this week… today.

She also mentioned me and him* and generally speaking of the way the women have been toward me. I didn’t even have to mention it. I was waiting for her to tell me and of course, she knows that I know she will be straightforward about any concerns or whatever. Then I said what I wanted to. Glad to have gotten that reassurance from her. That I’m doing just fine and it’s not ME. I’m not doing anything wrong. I’m not performing badly. I can tell myself that… well… I did but I REALLY needed to hear that from her. I really needed that. MY chest isn’t as hot right now but I still feel heated inside. I still have tension since I ran out of my meds. It’s just been really bad this week.

I’m still damn annoyed with my commas not working on this thing.
If there is a comma it’s because I’m using Grammarly and was able to correct it that way.

Listening to Cut My Lip by Twenty One Pilots

Last updated October 10, 2020