Oh my god! I have to start some crazy, arbitrary, jump-through-hoops dance to try to get a therapist at the sliding-scale mental health clinic tomorrow, and you're scaring me to death! Last time I tried to get help, the therapist went home sick (would have been only our second visit), and nobody bothered to call me before I had my husband get off work early and drive me an hour to be there. So, yeah, I didn't go back. I was so hurt that, knowing I'm bad enough off to seek help (which was HUGE for me), they just blew me off! That was in 2004. Very nervous about tomorrow!

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