Therapy

One would think that walking into the office of your therapist would be calming. All I do is find myself stressing out about what to talk about and wondering if my problems are big enough to warrant seeing a therapist. All I know is that I'm not as peaceful as I want to be. Hell, I'm not at peace about not being at peace. Is that counterproductive or what?

I know I've grown exponentially, especially in the past year, yet I'm still hindered by some of the little things that logically and rationally should not bother me.

Why do I need closure for everything before I can move on?
Why do I allow other people to dictate how I feel about myself and my life?
Why do I find myself needing to prove that I've grown as a human being?
Why do I allow myself to question my own authenticity when it comes to my own journey?
Why can't I let go of situations and relationships that I know are unhealthy for me?
Why is there still a part of me that expects perfection out of myself?

In eight minutes, I will be in her office. Do you think I'll get all of the answers to a lifetime of questions in the 60 minutes I have to spend with her today? I think I'll make another appointment...