Today is a scary day.
For today is the day I start my group therapy.
I'm not sure if this is bad form - akin to uttering the word Macbeth to a thespian - but if you could wish me luck that would be very much appreciated.
I must say I am "with trepidation" and a smidgen of cynicism. I am slightly worried that tomorrow I shall be entering a room full of crying women. I already know that is not the case (entirely). There is to be some meditation and as much or as little talk as I want. Indeed I had to be vetted to see if I were an appropriate candidate. That was rather intimidating experience.
Obviously I shan't be able to talk about specifics here. Confidentiality is key. A safe place. This is something I am very much looking forward. Apart from here, I have spoken very little about myself and my issues so I am hoping this will be a rather cathartic experience.
P.S. Sorry for all the anna talk of late. (I would like to talk about weddings more, and even my own but there is still a little too much regret at my own). I'm getting there.
p.m.a. - I wear some hats rather well. I particularly love this one. I very much suit a veil.
My eyes look huge! (They are not!) This is one of the best pictures of me ever. (Note to self - always attempt to have pose like this!)
P.S. Bean is not already drunk we are still at church!