Voice Mail

Today I actually called my therapist, which I never do, other than on our scheduled weekly phone appointments. I felt scared. I felt scared and I needed to tell someone. I needed to let go of my fear of being so vulnerable and reach out and touch someone--so to speak. I left a message on her voicemail, on purpose, because the thought of speaking directly to her was a bit much for my damned ego. I felt like a young girl, shoulders slouched, head drawn down; "I'm scared." Yes, I'm scared; and it's exhausting pretending like I'm not.