Well.

I had my first meeting with my new therapist last Friday. Shes fucking awesome. Yes. So awesome she deserved the word "fuck" in her introductory sentence. Seriously. I have this fear now that for some reason it won't work out but again, I'm working on the positivity thing. Shes great honestly. She totally got it. She totally got me. She totally gets chronic illness.

I will now totally recommend that if you decide you want/need therapy (and I truthfully think everyone needs therapy for one thing or another) that you seek out someone with experience or a specialty in chronic illness. Wow what a difference it makes.

I'm really excited to go again, and start working through some of these issues. Shes so real. She swears...a lot. And for someone like me, that like makes me feel comfortable in a strange way. It shows me shes real. She actually talked to me, instead of just listening. She acknowledged how shitty things are in my life as opposed to just letting me vent. She even blantatly asked me how I haven't gone crazy, or gone off the deep end at this point. I really think she and I will get a long.

I see her again next week and its times like this that I wish that the session was longer than an hour and that I could afford to see her like 8 times a week. I'm ready to get my life back. I'm ready to learn how to deal with this and I'm ready to start over. I think starting this now is a great time because hopefully I can get my shit together before the new year and have 2010 start out great and I can make a whole bunch of resolutions (that I won't keep) but will feel positive about.