No Wave Femme Feminist, Scene Dropout, Fence Sitter.
went to my first therapy appt ever!
- she seems really nice and asks really good questions. i felt comfortable enough to agree to a second session in a week which i’m (weirdly?) excited about
- she believes i have generalized anxiety which i begrudgingly agree with, although it’s kind of a relief to hear a “mental health professional” say so
- i feel almost embarrassed that it’s taken me this long to get help
- having insurance for the first time in my life means a 20 dollar copay which means i can actually afford to continue. i am so fucking fortunate.
in other news i am strongly resisting the urge to rant about how horribly I was treated for being with my (queer, trans) boyfriend by people I wrongfully considered friends but i’m in a good mood and fuck them.
Just got a call back from a nonmonog and bi friendly therapist. I’ve been talking about doing this for years.
Vibing on me until you find out I’m bi. “Womyn loving womyn” my ass.