Not too good.

I don't know what is wrong with me, but I am becoming different again and I can feel it. I want to sleep through the days but I am too anxious to do so. No I find myself with nothing better to do than to write a journal entry. My therapist is an idiot an incompetent. I just sit there and talk as she repositions herself in her chair, offering me no solution to my difficulties. She was fired this morning. I will, however, be trying healing sessions with my mothers yoga master. I really don't feel that is going to help my depression and anxiety, but what the hell I have tried everything else and I am still a mess. I start my job for real on Tuesday and I am dreading it. The company wants perfection, and although I am a perfectionist this still frightens me.  Today is Easter and I didn't get an easter basket. So sad. My uncle is coming over and we are having steak. I don't know if I want him to come over. That means that I have to put a happy hat on and I don't want to be forced to seem happy. At least I can be truthful with my mother. I can show her my true colors.  I hate the fact that i have not written in so long. I love writing journals. I hope that I have the motivation to do it more often. I hope to see you all soon! Best of luck...