It was never about the dress…..
“I felt dreadfully inadequate. The trouble was, I had been inadequate all along, I simply hadn’t thought about it.”- Sylvia Plath When I was young child – dawats (family gatherings) used to be a thing for me. It was a late Saturday afternoon, my mammy (aunt) hosted a dawat. I was excited to escape
The anxious cost of therapy…
The thought of paying for therapy increases my blood pressure. Even with the money sitting in my account, the anxiety has such a tight grip on me that I can’t even bring myself to make the payment—I have someone else do it for me. Why can’t I just get this on the NHS? Oh yeah—because
The awkward start of a therapy sessions…
The webcam isn’t right—too much wall and not enough of me. I’m fiddling with the laptop, cursing under my breath as my blood pressure, along with my frustration, steadily rises. It’s 5:00 PM. Oh great! Now it’s 5:01 PM. One whole minute lost from this very expensive therapy session. I hit the “Join” button and