Kookaburra sits in the old gum treeee
A page in the diary "Wednesday's Child"
Written by vivica 16. Aug 2008 03:23 PM
I wish I were still 8.
The doctor from the health clinic, the one who put ACIS onto me- or me onto ACIS- called me yesterday. From her home. On her own personal number. To see how I was doing.
I. Uh. I don't know how to take that. But it's probably time to let my defenses down a little, and stop pretending that I resent her for trying to help me.
Lesson #1- learn to accept what help is offered to me.
I am not made of steel. I am not 10 foot tall and bullet-proof.
Half my mind is saying; Naah, you're fine, nothing's wrong and you're coping. The other half says; You're struggling and you need help. I can't tell which is lying. Honestly, I don't know.
I might go see my Dr. Not necessarily 'cause I need to (although I should get vaccinations sorted about now). But mostly just cause he's always good for a chat.