Could It Work?

I was angry. How could I be put in the place to decide to face my fears so soon? Was that fair? Dad had to have a procedure at the hospital. His instructions were to head through the Emergency room doors, past security and down the hall. Should I do it? Should I check to see if all this therapy was working? I had started to panic after hearing "Emergency Room" over the message machine in our house, how could I walk in there...AND it had a mental ward. It was the mental ward I had been to when I had my first episode almost 10 years ago. Thoughts and hopes and fears raced through me as I put my anti-anxiety pills into my purse and walked over to put my shoes on.