Health Update

My whole life writing has been my refuge from everything. And I have gone through some pretty tough times. Journaling by the window of the mental institution as I watched my parents walk away after visiting hours. Enduring all kinds of abuse at the hands of ex boyfriends. Being forced to leave my school. Losing my best friend. I’m not here to dwell on the past. I need all hands on deck to deal with the present. I know I’m being very vague here. I’m not ready to disclose what exactly is going on with me. But I don’t feel like writing. My therapist recommends physical activity like walking or biking. He says now is not the time for thinking, it is time for action. I don’t feel much like that either to be honest. I just want to sit cross legged in front of the phone and wait for the doctor to call.