With the deadline for my decision about whether I will commit to six months of therapy approaching this weekend (read more about that in my first post at: evil genuis), I am starting to seriously consider saying that I will agree to do it. I know I need the help. That much is clear, even to me.
When I shared with my mom tonight that jumping through insurance hoops has been a big obstacle for me in continuing treatment, she generously agreed to pay for the therapy sessions. They must really want me to do this.
I left a message with a local therapist this evening. I read her website last night and liked what I saw. I hope she calls me back because I can't imagine I'll reach out again any time soon.
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