Admittance

I have to admit to myself that this is really going on and there is nothing I can do about it, except for the medication and the exercise to keep things from getting worse.  Yes, I know that it is going on and I am almost there to accepting it.  One year is coming up since my diagnosis and that is when my mind will accept the permanance of my condition.  I think that I am doing much better, I have a therapist that I have an apointment with in two days.  I like her and I have a little history with her.  But, she knows that seeing her causes me great anxiety.  I told her last time that apointments cost me $160, she did not even know that.  That is just what the hospital charges for her services.  It might be flattering to her to know that the hospital thinks so much of her.  It was the hospital I was born in, and the largest in 500 miles.