I feel I’ve been making accounts all day long, for this and that – and finally, this. This site makes for the site of the final breadcrumb I leave tonight. My finger’s been clicking the Mail tab open and closed, trying to get myself to send or delete an email to the school therapist requesting a meeting sometime next week to do some detangling. For fear of opening up or playing David Foster Wallace all too much. And so I came here instead.
I’m happy to come in here and finally leave a little something, too. Now off to sleep – once again frightfully late which is slightly shit as I am not looking forward to seeing and doing some of the things I ought to see and do tomorrow but it happens as it happens, flowing. Night 🙂
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Dear Shattereddog,
First of all welcome. I just wanted to say I feel you, it’s awfully hard to reach out. I contacted my school therapist today. It was a difficult process to make that decision and act on it and I have no idea what I’ll say if I actually get an appointment. If I’ll manage to tell them anything real at all. But in the end all we can do is try I suppose. After all, what is there to lose?
Best wishes.