Shrink

Jesse, a friend, and I are going to Fargo tomorrow for the day. I am excited to get out this gigantic city trapped inside a small town. Jess is going to fly his brother's airplane and we will get there fast---well as fast as the cute little air plane will go. I am going shopping---mama needs some new clothes. I also get to see my auntie Jan and my Grammy Cheryl---two people I love so much---WINNING!

I wore high heels to work today, and I fell a few times. One of my co-workers said she watched one of the falls out her office window (I was walking/stumbling to my car in the parking lot).

I have been going to Minot to see a shrink...I can call them that I believe---because they shrink negative feelings or at least they are suppose to. I generally don't feel terrible, I just feel yucky and/or anxious. Sometimes, I think that I should just be my own shrink--like I should just talk to myself in the mirror, because I know what I need to hear, I just need to believe it. Honesty is a virtue. I believe that to be a good person you must be honest. Some people say that you can be too honest, yes, yes you can--I believe this--like you shouldn't tell everyone exactly what you are thinking, because just like honesty is a virtue, so is being polite. It is not polite to tell someone that you think their earrings look like little pieces of doggie doo doo hanging from their ear lobes. I suppose you could, if you KNOW the person extremely well and to the point where this is "deemed" acceptable--but it wouldn't be nice to say to the woman or man standing behind you at the super market, "Hey, you look like you have little pieces of doggie doo doo hanging from your ear lobes." I would not be honest if I said I am not nervous about telling people I am going to therapy. In fact, I have only told four people (yes I kept count) and now if You are reading this, I am telling you too. So, now by this time tomorrow, maybe five or six people will know? I don't know. I like talking to a therapist, I can talk and talk and talk and she gives me advice and doesn't just tell me to get over the "things" I can't. She helps. She helps me understand myself, let's face it I'm complicated. Jesse asked me if I lay down on a couch.. I haven't yet, but I think I will during my next session, plus--I will hold a box of tissues against my tummy. Why not?

Like I have stated before in many of my posts, I am proactive when it comes to my mental health. I know what I need, when I need it. What I don't know is, who I need when I need them.