Yay for…..whatever you call having memories that freak you out. Ok i have to get ready for work so long story short….
Im taking my friend out to get our nails painted. And aside from my depression occasionally not wanting to ive been fine. Until about 5 minutes ago.
The only person that has ever painted my nails is my mother. And in case you dont know my story she abused me. Physically. Emotionally. Knowing someone abused me sexually and did nothing about it. (It was her husband) Basically ive been there done that with her and its just hitting me now like someone dropped a grand piano on my head from 50 stories up. Not that shes hurt me that hit me a long ago. But the whole nail thing.
My friend is having a hard time and she doesnt know what we are doing today but its already booked and her husband said shes really excited for it and i dont want to let her down.
I know the people we are going to..maybe i can just talked to them. I dont personally know them but im a delivery driver and they get a lot of delivers to the salon. They seem like nice people. Im sure if i roughly told them and explained my panic attacks they would be nice to me and take their time.
What do you guys think?
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So I went and it wasn’t that bad I guess. The girls were really nice 🙂
That’s great!!!! 🙂