Shattered

So I'm making an appointment with a therapist tomorrow. It's the first time I've ever gone to counseling. I don't like to admit I'm broken. I'm not! Or, well.....yeah I guess I am. I'm so effing proud. I know it's wrong, I can't help it. I've never thought that therapy helped people, but when you've got more than one person, gently nudging you in that direction.....you tend to take notice. My Aunt, my Uncle, and Socks. They all tell me that I would greatly benefit from it. They say I have abandonment issues. Great. That's gonna help the relationship scene. Haha, I know right? Insomnia has struck me again, so that's why I'm thinking about tomorrow. And how I'm going to try to put myself back together with help this time. Fingers crossed.