12,670 Days Alive
1 Day of Therapy
I had therapy today for the first time in years.
I started of my day with a mild panic attack that almost made me late for work. Nothing too bad, but I did have to take meds.
I know medication is important to take and there’s nothing wrong with needing it.
Therapy… went. Vickie was really nice. I jived with her very well, I think. But jeeze was the morning leading up to it was choked with anxiety.
I was bouncing the whole morning. My legs are sore from it, honestly.
I’m exhausted. I’m going to bed. Big weekend planned with Grandma Gator and Cousin J.
