Go to therapy

So, after being on the waiting list for-freaking-ever, I am finally, finally going to get to see a shrink this week. I’ve been in very bad shape, so this is greatly needed. I just hope I get along well with the therapist and am able to do the work I need to do with her.

So, I finally had my chat with the smarmy receptionist at the mental health clinic I want to use. He said an evaluation appointment could be scheduled within two weeks, and there’d be a 4-6 week wait after that to see a real therapist. Also, I foolishly did not have my insurance card on me, so I couldn’t actually schedule the evaluation, but will instead have to have at least one more interaction in which I give my insurance card number and get the appointment on the books. Frustrating process, but I’m stubborn enough to keep at it.

It’s amazing how long I can just stare at a shrink’s phone number, stare at the phone, and not pick the phone up. Ugh.

I have ongoing issues with anxiety and anxiety-inspired depression, plus I’m going through all sorts of transitions right now – just turned 30, moved house, graduating from grad school in a couple of months, need to find a new job when that happens, maybe moving again. Whew! It’s a big hassle trying to find a new shrink, but I think it’s time.