I am so thankful that tomorrow is my therapy appointment. It’s only been a week, but it seems like it’s been forever. I’m thinking about telling my therapist about my Open Diary. I’m not sure, though. It might help her understand me better. I don’t know, though. Maybe I should keep this place a secret from her.
I will be so glad when I go to therapy tomorrow. I hate not going. I feel, sometimes, like I need to have therapy everyday. Of course, my insurance wouldn’t pay for it. I don’t even know if they’re paying for my once a week sessions.
Insurance is so freaked out sometimes. I mean, we have 2 different insurance companies – 1 for mental health and 1 for medical/dental. The mental health one only lets you choose between 3 or 4 people. The medical/dental one won’t pay for my braces that I need for my teeth before I can have jaw surgery. They don’t think braces are ever medically necessary. Mine would be! My jaw is so screwed up. My teeth are, too. Bleh. Eventually, I’m going to get braces. (When my family has the money to pay for them.) Then, one day, my jaw might not hurt anymore. That would be so great!
Oh well. I can’t think of anything else right now.