Posted this a week ago, and the day has now come, here's my experience!

I was actually contemplating skipping the appointment, but I rolled out of bed, sucked it up, and went. It was daunting to walk up the little pathway to get to the clinic, there were so many cars passing by and I felt like someone I knew saw me. Guess what? I stopped caring. Am I bad for wanting help? I arrived fairly early and I waited for my turn. I was surprised to know that my therapist was male, idk why I expected a female, maybe because I'm female? He seemed friendly enough so I felt at ease. I sat down in his office and did a basic introduction. He asked some questions and I filled out a couple of forms then we got to talking. The session was supposed to be an hour but it went to almost 2 hours. The clinic was closed already but he was all ears and willing to listen without rushing me. He pitched in when appropriate and gave me some techniques to try when I feel bad again. It was kinda like talking to a friend, I felt pretty comfortable especially for a first session. I really liked it when he would ask me a question and I'd go silent, and he waited. It felt awkward but because of that silence, I was able to squeeze a few words out. Things moved at a very nice pace and I felt kind of okay for once in a while. I was also referred to a psychiatrist. I was reluctant to agree because my mother insists that there's a natural remedy for me out there, but say what, it's my life, not hers. It wasn't what I expected at all, I can't believe I didn't make an attempt to get help earlier. Either way, he congratulated me for acknowledging I needed help and making the move to drop by. I got some 'homework' to do too.

Overall it was a nice experience. I'm looking forward to the rest of my sessions and hopefully, all goes well, and that I would blossom to be the beautiful flower I've always dreamed of being.