Jumping through the required hoops to get into the therapy program that I’m told is the best thing for me.
Met with a psychologist. To make sure I was in the right place.
Recounting, rehashing, but then, it’s down on paper again now.
After the build up, the panic of how I was going to screw up.
Next step is at the end of February, and then I get to be on the waitlist.
At least we have a waitlist here.
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