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Round 2 with Region 8

I went to Region 8 today. There were several receptionists, all ranging between Barbie and obese, most normal. I have no idea which one I talked to on the phone, thank goodness, because everybody I talked to today was exceedingly nice. All that happened today was that I met with an Intake Counselor. She asked me 5 questions 8000 different ways. I considered holding back on some of the answers but didn't and she wasn't in the least judgmental about anything I said. I had visions of being hauled off to one of those places people don't talk about, but evidently I am not as bad off as I thought. When asked directly, she did tell me that I wasn't crazy. You don't know what a relief that was, to hear that straight out. I know that sounds weird and I don't care. I'm absolutely weary of keeping everything shut up inside.

I couldn't get another appointment until July 13, which is the downfall of this place, but after that things will move along a little more swiftly. That appt is with a doctor. Sometime between now and then a therapist is supposed to call and set up a time for us to meet. Hallelujah. They may regret the day I showed up. I am going to talk until I have nothing left inside to talk ABOUT.