So, I contacted my local mental health department and requested a therapist. They base availability off of need, so the woman had to ask me a series of questions. Once I told her what was going on, she said she would get me in on Wednesday. She said she was a counselor, not just a receptionist. I don't know though, the entire experience, calling, giving my information, telling her what was going on, just felt unpleasant. I don't feel better knowing I'm going to talk to someone. I know I should, I just don't.
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