A melodrama

My treatment for the depression stuff begins next week. In a way I'm not looking forward to it. I hate talking about how I feel, and know it's going to be very difficult. What if I don't feel like talking at all? Then it'll be an hour of twiddling my thumbs in excruciating silence. In another way I am looking forward to getting things started, in the hope that this time they will finally be able to help me.