monsters in my mind: sitting in the psychologist's waiting room

i'm waiting to see my therapist, all the thoughts are flying through my mind. why am I so nervous? is it really so hard to face my problems? there's nothing wrong with me, everything's normal. right? maybe i should hide the cut marks on my arm, so he won't see that i'm hurting myself. where should i start talking? do we have to go back to my childhood? i hope i don't have to talk about my father, isn't he the cause of all my problems? so, here we go..