Today

I went to see my therapist and psychiatrist this morning. My daughter came along with me, it was nice to spend time with her, even if it wasn’t the type of place she would want to hang out. I am happy that I had an appointment, and had planned to go to work late because my sitter wasn’t home when I would normally drop her off. I would have been panicking if things wouldn’t have worked out like they did. I then went home after I dropped her off and tried to take a nap. I haven’t been sleeping much here lately. I hate being tired, and I love to sleep.
My therapist and psychiatrist are the best. They always motivate me to do the right things to take care of me. They are so positive, and I look up to them because they are strong women. I remember when I took psychology how my professor stressed the importance of unconditional positive regard when dealing with a client/or patient, because she herself was a therapist. They definitely have that down. I wouldn’t trade them in for anything. I really appreciate them for helping me turn my emotional/mental life around.
Don, I see where you’re coming from saying how you wouldn’t tell anyone. I’m afraid that it may be too late, at least for the people who read T’s page that know both of us. I really don’t care what they think, but I think you’re right I don’t want to tell people that I am really close to, and that I’ve had a long relationship with. Not yet, right now it would be too much. I think it’s kind of cool how I can go around in life and not tell anybody if I don’t want to, because it’s latent. Oh well it’s a part of me, and I’m sure that people who are in my life will one day find out, but not now.