Tomorrow i am going for my first CBT session, i am so scared. I am very lonely and dont have many friends. I never go out with friends. the only time i go out is to work.

I work with no people around my age, hardly talk to anyone around my own age unless its facebook where that rarely happens.

And now i have to go talk to a complete stranger and disscuss my life and problems

EDIT: Reason why i'm going tomorrow if you dont read comments below;

The reason im going to therapy is because i use to keep a journal which i wrote everything in it. My whole thoughts and feelings splatterd accross pages and pages of a Journal.

We'll cut a long story short my mum found and read the whole thing whilst i was on holiday. (I didnt know this until she plucked up the courage and told me)

One night when she was out i went out the garden and burt this book. Dont asked why i did i had this crazy feeling that it would be amazing too.

After buring it i felt instant regret of doing this. My mum returned home and smelt buring. She instantly questioned what i had been up to and told her i burnt my old book.

Then she said I've read that book, i know everything you wrote it in. (it had alot of darkness, i was depressed after all it was going to contain happy thoughts) I know everything you're wanting to do.

She was like We'll get you help you know im here for you will do anything. After about a week or so after i agreed to go get help.

So here we are now, tomorrow is my first session of CBT.

Any questions feel free to asked, and sorry its so long.