Today  I have an appointment with a new therapist who will probably be able to tell me how screwed up I am.  I am very nervous about this session.  It’s that old feeling of being in high school where I really hope she likes me.  Once again I am searching for approval.  I’m sure this will limit how much I share with her about several aspects of my life.  But who knows. Maybe this will be the moment when I actually open up and reveal some of my inner truths.