Maybe It's Not So Bad

Today was my appointment with the therapist. It was actually pretty alright. I was definitely a little anxious while I was there, but it went pretty well. I don't think she thinks that there's really much wrong with me. I don't know if I conveyed my issue as well as I maybe could have, because to me it seems like a pretty big problem. After we talked for about forty-five minutes she told me that she could teach me some techniques for staying calm and to reduce the fear of anxiety attacks. I think she may have focused a little too much on the actual attacks (of which I have only had three or four of in my life) and not enough on the day to day anxieties I feel. She also told me to go get a physical and blood-work done just to get checked out. She also told me she could help me with my relationship issues since I told her about my last relationship which made her see that I am drawn to the wrong type of person. Not much to do with my anxiety but I guess it is still a pretty big problem itself and getting help for that along with my anxiety is not a bad idea. I'm sure my mom would be happy if I never brought home another Donald. Right, Ma? :) She asked a lot of questions that brought up a lot of stuff I had never even thought  of that may be connected to what is going on with me. She also informed me that my fear of becoming my grandmother is far from something I should be concerned with, which is good news. After I left her office I was thinking back on everything that was said and all the questions she asked and I thought of a few things I had forgotten or not gotten to say while I was there. I wrote them down for next time and I think I will also print out pieces of this blog to show her so that she may better understand what I am trying to say. I write better than I talk, so maybe reading this will be more helpful than just talking to me. We'll see. Anyway, it's late and I'm tired and I have to work in the morning so I will be going now. Night.