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warmandsad) wrote2013-12-31 07:25 pm
warmandsad) wrote2013-12-31 07:25 pm
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baby, you can start again
Halfway to Alana's, Abby wondered what the hell she was doing.
Sure, the woman seemed perfectly trustworthy, but above all she was still a therapist, and they hadn't boded particularly well for Abby in the past. Not to mention, she'd want to know, and she'd want to know it all, and there were things that were hard enough to admit to oneself let alone others. No matter how fancy their certifications.
Still, she'd made the appointment and felt pretty much obliged. If it was completely terrible, she couldn't be forced to return. It wasn't court ordered, or anything, just a last ditch effort at stopping feeling so fucking sad, and confused, and guilty.
Knocking on the door, Abby inhaled sharply. She crossed her arms tightly against her chest and waited.
Sure, the woman seemed perfectly trustworthy, but above all she was still a therapist, and they hadn't boded particularly well for Abby in the past. Not to mention, she'd want to know, and she'd want to know it all, and there were things that were hard enough to admit to oneself let alone others. No matter how fancy their certifications.
Still, she'd made the appointment and felt pretty much obliged. If it was completely terrible, she couldn't be forced to return. It wasn't court ordered, or anything, just a last ditch effort at stopping feeling so fucking sad, and confused, and guilty.
Knocking on the door, Abby inhaled sharply. She crossed her arms tightly against her chest and waited.