The pressure built and built until I simply could not contain it any longer so I went fully dressed to my therapist's appointment. Blouse, broomstick skirt, cute sandals that showed off the polish on my toesies, purse, makeup. I was terrified and exhilerated at the same time, the way I felt when I first flew a helicopter. All anxiety and enjoyment and terror wrapped in a giant ball. My therapist loved it and said I looked great and no one gave me a second glance though I was scared witless walking in and out of my apartment complex. I was waiting for someone that might recognise me to see me or see me getting in or out of my rather distinctive car but other than one person that I've never seen before, there was no one. I gave a giant sigh of relief when I get inside and locked my door and...
I cannot wait to do it again!!!