on May 15th, 2007 at 07:34 pm
I always thought I would be the last person to see a therapist. I thought I was... somewhat well-adjusted. Somewhat. Maybe that was before.
But after everything that happened, and then hearing about Seamus over some internet journal thing (why did no-one tell me this!), I just needed someone to talk to. And I was told I can't go back to work unless I'm cleared of 'possible mental distress'.
I'm telling you all this because I'm sure that snoopy girl in the reception overheard and she speaks to Arthur (Weasley, of course) whenever he comes into work and I'm sure that my name will probably come into her conversations and I'd hate to get letters asking why I never mentioned it and why this and why that and I just... can't handle that right now. Not after Matthew. Not after Seamus.
But look, the main reason I wanted to post was to tell you all that I really am here and if you need to talk to me, about anything at all, all you need to do is ask. I would really like to talk to some of you. Apparently it helps. Connection to others who have experienced loss or something. I don't know. I'm not a therapist. Just crazy enough to see one.