Then there is the intense fear of seeing a specialist mixed with feeling like you should kiss they’re feet because you’re ‘sooo lucky‘ to have scored an appointment this century with them.

I’m terrified. What if they unearth some carefully buried trauma like in the movies?! What if they say I have a… GASP… personality disorder?!?

I have an appointment with a psychiatrist on Thursday. I’m so frightened but also excited but also wanting to hide in a cave.

And also, I’ll be so poor.