I’m picking up the pieces of my life again, even if I don’t really want to do so.
My psych made me promise to turn up and attend to my clinical duties as a student.
My parents… I can’t afford to give them disappointment, again.
I really just have to face my fears.
I have to face my fears for about 10 months more.
But who knows, I might not be so scared anymore later on.
After this week; maybe I deserve a pat in the back. And an ice cream. Maybe.