It was part of the unemployment program that I'm on. I signed up to talk to a therapist today. But I didn't say a word.
It was a group thing with about eight other people. The therapist started to talk, but she got about two minutes into her speech when my throat closed up and I started crying. I kept it in for 45 minutes because I didn't want to bawl in front of everybody. That's when I knew that I needed help.
I couldn't talk in the group because I was so choked up, but the woman left me her card with her email address. I just sent her an email saying that I wanted to speak but couldn't. I told her that I wanted help, didnh't really know how to find a therapist and had little money and asked her for help.
I only sent it ten minutes ago so it will take her a while to respond, but she seemed like a nice lady. I sincerely hope that she can help me find someone that I can talk to. I really need it. I think I just need to sit in a room, have someone stare at me, and then I tell them what a horrible shithead I am and cry a lot. It's a bit like going to the dentist: I don't want to do it because it's going to hurt, but it needs to be done.
I hope I can find help soon because things are going to be rather grim in December when my unemployment runs out and I have no job. Pray for me that I get some help soon.
I'm glad that my writing partner understands. Despite the fact that she's married to a bipolar husband, she doesn't think I'm too crazy to write and act with. She thinks that me getting help is a great idea and she's behind me. I was afraid that she would dump me because one crazy man in her life should be enough.
Craig
It was a group thing with about eight other people. The therapist started to talk, but she got about two minutes into her speech when my throat closed up and I started crying. I kept it in for 45 minutes because I didn't want to bawl in front of everybody. That's when I knew that I needed help.
I couldn't talk in the group because I was so choked up, but the woman left me her card with her email address. I just sent her an email saying that I wanted to speak but couldn't. I told her that I wanted help, didnh't really know how to find a therapist and had little money and asked her for help.
I only sent it ten minutes ago so it will take her a while to respond, but she seemed like a nice lady. I sincerely hope that she can help me find someone that I can talk to. I really need it. I think I just need to sit in a room, have someone stare at me, and then I tell them what a horrible shithead I am and cry a lot. It's a bit like going to the dentist: I don't want to do it because it's going to hurt, but it needs to be done.
I hope I can find help soon because things are going to be rather grim in December when my unemployment runs out and I have no job. Pray for me that I get some help soon.
I'm glad that my writing partner understands. Despite the fact that she's married to a bipolar husband, she doesn't think I'm too crazy to write and act with. She thinks that me getting help is a great idea and she's behind me. I was afraid that she would dump me because one crazy man in her life should be enough.
Craig
and you probably found a good therapist there. Keep with it.