9. Chapter 9
9th Entry, 2014
Diary, my dear diary
So it turned out, the doctor’s only advice wasn’t even really advice, but more like a statement: “I will try to set you up with a psychiatrist.” I think I’m starting to realize the mess I’m in or more like how serious this actually is. In all honesty, my dear dairy, I can’t even go to school anymore without panicking, and I feel more and more hopeless each day. Even now I’m trembling. I have been trembling nonstop since last week, and do you know how hard it is to write when your hand doesn’t want to cooperate? Anyway, this was just a short update to let you know how the whole doctor thing went. Of course he also checked my pulse and heartbeat and all that just to make sure I was completely okay, and perhaps I would have wished something was really wrong, so I wouldn’t be embarrassed about being so afraid all the time.
Updating again when I have been to the psychiatrist, so for now – bye,