It finally feels like the dark space that we’ve been existing in for the past several weeks is beginning to get some light. I’m not exactly sure why, but it’s likely a combination of things.
We’ve managed to get to the gym four days in a row, including Monday night yoga last night, which was very meditative. The endorphins are probably helping our mood to shift upwards. Plus it’s March! February was a little bitch. It always is, no matter what I do to try and make the month more manageable, it is always hell. I’m THRILLED that this upcoming Sunday is the “Spring Forward” part of Daylight Savings Time.
I NEED SUNLIGHT, PEOPLE!!!
Plus I think I’m finally feeling a critical amount of hopeful that things will get better for me, as far as treatment. The last session with this therapist was very productive and I left with a much stronger feeling of optimism. I’ve been thinking more about the frequency of sessions and I think I’m gonna hang out in the once a week zone, with the option of adding a session if we need one (like what happened last week). I would also use extra sessions during particular difficult weeks, traumaversaries, and to bookend times I know I tend to struggle (such as traveling to my hometown, which I’ll be doing next month).
I ran out of my anti-drepressant Sunday morning. I hope this therapist can help connect me with a new shrink soon-ish so I don’t go too long without one. I’m not sure I believe it really helps much, but it’s never a good idea to just stop taking any medication without at least being under the care of a doctor. I’m kinda pissed that Dr. Bird just never responded to me. What the heck is up with clinicians being so damn unprofessional?! Ugh.
Things I Learned In Therapy 