A better day?

For the second day in a row I feel a tiny bit better. I am wondering if it's because I have my first phone counseling session tomorrow and I am hoping it wil help me. Yet, at the same time I am worried that if I breath wrong or the session doesn't go well that I will go plummeting down the rabbit hole again. I am afraid of this happening; actually terrified of this happening. I am wondering if my brain said "wait a second she can't handle anymore, let's make her feel better." I am wondering if this is the other side of crazy, that maybe I have finally lost it. I am not sure if I care. . . at least I can breath today, at least the weight on my chest is lighter.
But what if tomorrow it's not?