My therapist has been on leave for the last three weeks. He comes back on Wednesday. I'm tempted to show up at the clinic. I thought everything was fine before he left, and then life took a left turn at Wackoville.
I've had three panic attacks this past week, and haven't done much more than lie in bed several days. There is no motivation for anything. I was doing so well. *sigh* It would probably help to make sure I take my meds consistantly. I missed Tuesday, took them Wednesday, missed Thursday and Friday, took them Saturday morning, and again last night. I took them tonight.
And then outside influences have me all weepy. I'm crying at the drop of a hat all weekend.
Here's to Wednesday hurrying up and getting here.