Five minutes to go before I must leave for therapy. My reminder alarm keeps ringing. I feel this panic attack rising inside me. I am so nervous. I want to take a stuffed animal with me to hold. That's just crazy. Right? I feel sick to my stomach and my pain is bad. I don't want to take a pain med because sometimes I get really sleepy after and I have to drive. Not to mention that she thinks I seem a little weird at therapy when I take pain meds. So I just suffer.

I really don't want to go. I don't know what to say for myself and I am afraid if I start, I won't be able to stop at the hour mark.

Well, I gotta go. Wish me luck.