Tomorrow I have to go see what they call a wellbeing practitioner. It's kind of a therapy for people with depression. I'm going, i'm scared and nervous but I haven't told anyone. I've been teary all day because I know that at some point i'm going to have to come clean and tell someone all the things that really have turned me inside out to get me in such a mess. What I really want is for my boyfriend to just hold me and tell me everything's ok, but truth be told, he's part of the reason I feel so bad. It's not his fault as such. He's just being the only person he knows that won't fall apart at the seams. The only problem there is that the person he's being isn't always very nice. When he's my bear, he's the most wonderful person I know. He's kind, considerate, funnny, caring and so, so loving. When he's not my bear, he's someone else entirely.
Well, with a little luck, i'll get tomorrow out of the way, and i'll finally start to make headway with my problem. Fingers crossed!
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