Therapy

So I have made an appointment to see a therapist in April. Honestly, I'm a little frightened. I've never been to therapy before and do not know what to expect. I know that this is what I need, however.

Monday was horrid. I was beside myself, I was so stressed out. People were asking me how I was and all I said was "fine" and kept going. I don't recall doing much of anything then trying to not burst into tears and go on an Elizabethan tyraid. One of my co-workers said yesterday that I had a look in my eye that had her more then a little worried. I know the look she's speaking of. Its that wild eyed look of a mad woman. I've seen it myself, many times and it still freaks me out. Between Monday and yesterday, Wednesday, I have cut my arm and burned twice. Its rare I burn more then once in a month. Twice in a single week is bad for me.

What never ceases to surprise me, though, is that no one ever sees the burns. I make no effort to hide them. Some of the scars are pink, a few are purple, many have faded, but no one seems to notice them at all. Maybe I'm lucky because I wouldn't know what to say any how.