Today, The Shrink

I woke up today. I didn’t want to, but I did.

I saw my old shrink today. Appointments are only thirty minutes long, but I think she went overtime for me. I told her about they anxiety I feel, the scratching, the journaling I do. She remembered the reason I came in two years ago, and said she knows of this treatment for PTSD/trauma, and she’ll tell me more next time. Next time is April 23, which is a bit too long for my taste….but that’s okay. Maybe I can last that long, if I try hard enough.

I also finally told my boyfriend about my suicidal feelings. He said he’s going to nurture and love me as best he can, in so many words. But will it be enough? I doubt it. I should feel lucky about having someone know that wants to take car of me, but I don’t.