I Go to a Shrink
i was with friends for the weekend because my roommates were mean to me all the time and i needed a break...........we were playing truth and truth (because we couldn't think of any dares)........something they said set me off...........i couldn't speak anymore...........not much anyway...........i think it was a panic attack.........i have those a lot............they convinced me to go to the school counselor..........i made an appointment a few days later..........i had hit a point i never wanted to get to again and i let them convince me to go even though i was scared about telling someone about the things in my head i didn't even admit to myself........i had a panic attack on my way there.........the friends from the sleep over walked with me the whole time..........the one told jokes to try to calm me down and the other made sure i kept walking towards the building (i stopped many times and tried to turn around once)........and she told me it was ok..........the therapist told me what was going to happen in there (she just asked basic questions to get to know me a bit and said i didn't have to answer anything i didn't want to).........i wasn't so scared after that..........it wasn't nearly as bad as i thought it would be.........i thought she would try prying into the deep parts of my mind..........or tell me i can't be helped or put me on something or send me away..........i can be pretty irrational sometimes (especially during panic attacks)