so yes
I started my therapy yesterday... and i'm really excited about it... i think we can make great progress... we set goals established some baselines and it was honest and scarey but refreshing ... someone new that can really evaluate what the problem is and allow me to focus on fixing some of the crap that i deal with constantly... we talked alot about my mom... and how i need to assert myself and in some ways work on my esteem... i've always been very big on myself but that only gets you so far( one professor of mine always did think i was too confident) underneath i think there is often confusion and insecurity and thats hard to admit and work though but taking the step to progress past it was the hard thing making that first phone call was very hard and it took a lot of picking up the phone and hanging up the phone before i actually let it ring...but a good friend of mine insisted that i start therapy and that was the push i really needed to get my butt there and talking... even though my gf had been telling me to go for months... sometimes i can be very stubborn she knows that for sure... i'm a tough case... but this is my first account of therapy with many to come i can already forsee the progress to come