So today was the big day...

I went to therapy.


I actually really, really like this guy. He doesn't sit there and take notes, we just sit and talk. He's a real person. I am comfortable talking to him... I feel like one day, when I'm ready, I will be able to talk to him about the cutting. We could talk about serious things but at the same time I could also kind of joke around and laugh (which helps when I have so much anxiety around therapists). 


I told him about some of the bad experiences I've had with therapy and he was totally on my side 100%. He understands that dance is my outlet, not the cause of my eating disorder. 


I have another appointment with him Tuesday before work.


I feel really good about this.