I wasn’t sure what was going to be harder to ask for – a pap smear or a referral to see a psychologist – but today was the day I would find out.

Both things were due, but admitting that I needed to talk to a professional was tough. I’ve always tried to be steady and calm, especially everything that’s happened with Jovie in the last year or so. I always thought that things will and do sort themselves out, and I still believe that. But I also think that being brave is also admitting that you’re not coping.

Turns out the pap smear was a cake walk.

And I’ll start unravelling and putting back my head next Monday at 3.

edited to add – this article came at the right time!