your body is your body. it belongs to you, no one else. never let anyone tell you what to do with it. never let anyone make you feel bad about it or tell you it’s wrong or not good enough. never let anyone stop you from being who you are, or from becoming who you want to be. keep your head held high and just be yourself- it’s the only person you get the chance to be.
Finally convinced my parents that I need to see a psychiatrist!
This insomnia is ruining me. I have no trouble falling asleep but I wake up up to three times a night. I have nightmares. I’m exhausted most of the day. I’m grumpy and anxious and jumpy.
I’m seeing him once I get home for Christmas break. I’m a bit nervous, first of all because it’s a him and I’ve never had a male therapist, so as dumb as it sounds I feel a bit hesitant because I’m so used to female therapists. Also, he went to med school with my dad. I know patient confidentially and everything, but still. At least it’s a start. I don’t have to tell him everything. I’m just in for insomnia and anxiety.
"Stop over-analyzing things. Just pray, it’ll get better."
I CAN’T WITH MY FAMILY. SERIOUSLY. Where is the mom that dragged me into therapy in the eight grade? Where is the mom that helped me understand that depression was a fault in chemistry, not in character? We’re praying my problems away now? Seriously when did this happen?
My dad is a surgeon. Surgeon. Meaning medical doctor. Meaning he went to med school has a thousand degrees and has practiced medicine for 16+ years. Why is it so hard for him to grasp that anxiety is a real fucking thing and not something that I’m just stressing over? I want a psychiatric referral and my therapist doesn’t want to give it to me. Better yet, prescribe me some fucking Xanax. I am going insane. I can’t just “relax.” If I could, trust me I would.