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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. 

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  4. ambition-to-be-happy said: I felt the same jitters before my first therapy session as well! (funny how the reception looked the same too!) But when I actually got to the clinic the receptionist said “Oh, your therapist is ill, didn’t you get the call? Come back next week.”
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