I DO NOT HAVE AN EATING DISORDER - Page 99
Sitting in that waiting room was excruciating. Every moment seemed like a countdown to something inevitable and horrible. I kept glancing around at the other people and wondering about what dark and terrible secrets had brought them to a psychiatrist, and if you put us all on a scale of zero to crazy, where I would fit in comparison. When he finally called my name, my heart was pounding in my chest and I worried that I wouldn’t be able to speak at all. I have to question how much value comes out of a session that comes under such stress.