She looked at me like I was a nuisance. That every word that came out of my mouth was bothersome and whiny. She made me feel insignificant. She made me wonder if I actually need to be in therapy. She made me want to not get better. She made me doubt myself. She made me hate myself.
When she asked me if I was suicidal I said no because never before had I seen such cold, uninterested eyes. I'm just another whining patient who can't get their s**t together, right? I'm a teenager with social anxiety that has no idea what the hell she's doing, right?
There's nothing wrong with me.
kirabirdy · Tue Jul 08, 2014 @ 06:06am · 0 Comments |