Really, really freakin' anxious. Have my first therapy session in less than an hour. I am terrified; every fibre of my being is screaming at me to not go. I want to cancel the appointment and go back to bed and hide.
What if I freeze up? What if I go blank? What if I can't recall anything under pressure? What if I can't properly verbalise what I need to talk about? What if I make no sense? What if the therapist doesn't believe me? Am I even doing the right thing by going to a therapist? Why, after several days of feeling proud of myself for finally getting in contact with a therapist, am I having cold feet all of a sudden? Why is every fibre of my being screaming out at me to not go, to stay home and to hide in the bedroom away from everyone? How can I have been positive going to therapy was a good idea and wake up today convinced it's the worst idea I've ever had?
Why am I experiencing so much anxiety over not being believed? Why am I experiencing so much panic over not being taken seriously? Why am I bracing myself for a confrontation, to be told by the therapist that I'm overreacting and overemotional and just looking for attention? Is that the voice of my abusers trying to overpower me? Or am I just blowing things way out of proportion?
ARGH HELP. :-( :-( :-(