I feel like wearing a dress today
because I went shopping for cute things.
I was gonna wear the dress that make me feel beautiful.
But my mind it saying
That is too much for therapy.
I hate that
in my head I need a special occasion
to look beautiful.
But I told myself I was gonna wear a dress.
Not because I want to
but because it’s hot and I need a reason
to look nice.
I am nervous to hear what my therapist is going to say.
My hair is done.
I am wearing a dress.
She will probably say
You look so nice! I’m so glad you are feeling better.
Which scares me.
Because my depression is my security blanket.
I don’t know how to live my life