[IcryWhoAmI]

I keep thinking about phoning the doctors to make an appointment but then suddenly the whole idea just seems so silly. Late at night I tell myself, tomorrow I will call, then morning comes and I just laugh at myself like no chance.
I tried looking for therapists/counselors but there aren't many around, and even then I'd probably just feel the same way I do about the doctors.
I just don't want to feel the way I do anymore, but I can't do anything about it. It's silly.

[gayleggg]

Keep trying. You will eventually pick up that phone and you will be glad you did.

I used to do this too. It took me a long time to finally build up the courage to make that call. In the last few months before I actually did I would tell myself every day 'tomorrow, I'll phone tomorrow.' But each day I either 'forgot' or decided I didn't feel bad enough to need help.

Keep trying. Like Gayle said, one day you will make the call and you will be glad that you did

[SeekerOfLife]

Not silly at all. You sometimes have to wait several days for an appointment. You can always cancel it if you truly do not want to go.
If you continue to think you need help.....the issue keeps coming up in your mind, then go.
Perhaps you are just feeling vulnerable...like you don't want to be hurt (emotionally) anymore.
Therapy has been a great blessing to me. My only regret is that I did not see my need much sooner.
Make the call. Go to the appointment. Don't keep wishing you had.

[mulan]

I feel the exact same way about everything in my life. You're post made me smille because I realize I'm not alone in this battle. I feel silly too. Don't think to much, if you feel a urge do it right then. What keeps me from doing something is keep thinking to much about it, how the others will see me. There should be some clinics open at night because it is the moment, for me, when things seems to be the worst. Sleep make me forget how I really feel. I also feel that I'm not so ill in the morning. But for me it goes for everything, every disease. I remember when I was a little girl i run to my mothers bedroom telling her what had been bothering me, what couldn't make me sleep and the day after I feel totaly stupid, but it kept happening.