Hi all! Some of you may remember me. Some newer members won't. I'm Fallon. I'm in lots of groups here but haven't logged on in a while. Today I had an actual panic attack over pizza. I was so embarrassed. My aide was here and she didn't know what to do. I was freaking out and crying and my Dad was here too. And it was just so weird. Dad ended up making me a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and chips, which I was able to eat but I felt so guilty about it and was still counting calories. Ugg. I feel so stuck in it all right now because I no longer have a nutritionist. I am on a break from therapy until next month due to transportation issues. I'm currently out of my depression medicine, although my psychiatrist's office sent over the refills. Pharmacy just hasn't delivered them yet. In the middle of all this I'm trying to gather paperwork together so I can move out. My current home is not wheelchair accessible.