That letter finally arrived yesterday. On the 12th of August I’m seeing someone who’ll start helping me sorting my life out. After holding my breath waiting for this since January I don’t quite know what to feel. Sigh of relief or completely scared to death? This means I’ll have to change, and at this point I’m not really sure I want to even though I’m dying to repair what’s left of me. It’s just an intimidating thought knowing I might be up for having my whole world turned upside down, and I think the thought of it is goddamn frightening.