Tomorrow is another day

Tomorrow sees the first ever therapy session I go to in just over 4 months. It's with someone new down in Luton - and hopefully no one that I've ever seen before in my life - but right now I'm thinking about all the pain I had to go through to establish what significant periods in my life have affected me most, and working from there. It's tiring and it's just stressful.

I've told mother about therapy. Whether my dad knows or not I don't care. It is difficult to explain things sometimes, especially in Chinese. Perhaps if I tell my dad that I am seeing a therapist to help depression cases then maybe he'll stop smoking and be a proper dad for once...Or fuck it, I'm far too late in helping him. The damage is done, yet it continues to hurt no matter how much I don't really care.

I have a long week ahead of me...And tomorrow is the beginning of the week to me.

Am I ready? Not quite. I'm still running things through my head.

To see where I stand, to know where my limits and boundaries are, to know when to give up all hope on someone in your own family.

This is it....Thursday.