Yesterday I had two panic attacks, which is very unusual for me. They really threw a scare into me, making it hard to do anything constructive.

My sister and her "significant other" (UGH) came over last night. We had dinner together, then my sister talked to me about my depression. She's concerned, but seems to think I can just "snap" out of it. Depression doesn't work that way. She means well.

A physical therapist is supposed to work with me this afternoon since I've been having a lot of pain lately. She will also be here Thursday.

I'm feeling better overall. I'd really like to stay this way.