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    I’m in a better place.

    I keep telling myself that I am in a better place, I am in a better place, I am in a better

    place. Why can’t I actually believe myself that I am in a better place? My heart is starting to

    race and I am starting to sweat. Great, now not only am I nuts, but I will also look the part.

     Ok so focus. I am sitting in a small waiting room with four chairs and a wooden door with a

    frosted covered window. The door leads into another room I am unsure if I actually want to

    enter. I can’t help but wonder why there are four chairs in the waiting area. It is not like you

    can really have more than one person waiting to get in to see her. Appointments are hourly.

    Well, maybe for families. Why do I even care how many chairs there are? I start to look at a

    magazine that is talking about how Lance from one of those boy bands is gay and how he now

     feels liberated that he has told the world. All I can do is chuckle, get jealous and toss it to

    the side.

    How did I get to this office? But I am in a better place by being here but isn’t that purely

    being in a physical better place but not an emotionally better place. Can this really help? I

    don’t really trust people, can I trust her? I’m in this office but what do I do with it?


     

    I have to remind myself how I got here. About a month ago I pleaded with myself to not, but


     I started to panic in the middle of the meeting. I don’t think anyone noticed and I

    concentrated really hard on holding back the tears and when it was time for me to present

     my cases I did it flawlessly. I grabbed lunch and then hid in my office. As I was cleaning my

     desk in walks my coworker who I never really got along with that well. Well, I was also told

     she was no good and somehow I ended up believing this when it was wrong. She smiled and

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    Comments

    1. Oh my! With all those questions Tina has rolling around in her head, I simply must continue, if only to perscribe the poor dear a Xanax. Nice start– look forward to session 1. :)

    2. Yuppers. There’s way too much going on in Tina’s pretty head right now. She needs someone,anyone to talk to.Anxiety is a Bitch. Thank god she’s seeking help.But, is Ms.Porter willing to lose her license,or get sued? Ok..got my attention. Post soon!

    3. Please continue. I would like to see if Tina can work through all of her problems and then I would like to see how her and Bette would interact outside of the office.

    4. maybe Bette will give her a card to call her and say…”I would rather date you than analyze you” (from season 2 Bette reluctantly enters the dating scene)…lol Please continue.

    5. Okay this was a bit weird and the text was a mess, but I’m a fan of B&T beginnings, so I will see what comes next. And I think you’re brave for posting :o))

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