Well, I've been giving this whole thing a lot of thought. Haven't been able to think about much else. Everything I wrote in my last entry I meant, but now I have to grudgingly admit that some of the things Wes and my mother said were true. And I guess I have to admit to myself that I am a *mutant*.
There I wrote it down. What is it that they say? Admitting you have a problem is the first step? I guess that's what I'm doing. And I guess my next step is getting help. I've never had to use a 12-step program, so I have no idea what the order or anything is.
I wish my mother could come, but she has to work. I know she wishes she could come too. Atleast Wes will be there. I feel like a burden to him, though. I'm relying on him a lot with this. I'm still not sure how I feel about that. Relying on someone.
I'm going to try to keep my mind open when I go. It's kind of scary though, and intimidating. My mother believes in me, though. She thinks this is the best thing for me right now. I guess I have to try it.
Guess I'll just have to wait until I go and see what happens.