8. Chapter 8
8th Entry, 2014
Diary, my dear diary,
Lately I have been to unwell to even give you a short update, so now that I’m feeling just a little less worse I thought I would take the opportunity to write to you.
This is what’s going on: Last time I went to see my psychologist (it was the 6th time) she told me something I couldn’t help but get a little disappointed with; “I can’t do any more for you. You need to help yourself first.” Well, that doesn’t exactly make you happy, right? Yeah, but well, that’s just how the world stands. But it’s just so frustrating, when you still don’t know HOW to help yourself. Perhaps I should be disappointed with myself instead?
Anyways, tomorrow I will go see the doctor with my mom. Hopefully he can give us some advice on what to do. I have heard mom is thinking that she wants me to see a psychiatrist. I don’t know how to feel about that. A psychiatrist is kind of a doctor and a psychologist at ones right? Sorry, I obviously don’t know much about this stuff. But maybe this is really the way to go. The thing about the psychologist not being able to help me was kind of an eye-opener to me. It’s just, I don’t know, isn’t the people who go to psychiatrist some sort of psychopaths? Okay, that’s sounded way more judging than it was meant. I’m just going to go now before I actually start rambling. No, this isn’t me rambling just yet.
Till next time,