After talking with a friend, I’ve decided to table the idea of going to the hospital until after I go on this little vacay.
Psych hospitals here on the weekend are a joke and I can be safe on vacation.
If things are still a hot mess on Monday, hopefully my therapist will have time to see me, (it’s not officially scheduled as of yet), and she and I can talk about it then. I will work harder at being present when I meet with her so she gets a better idea of what is going on.
The anxiety waves are tough, but I don’t have to ride them alone. I have help. I will be okay.
Just have to breathe.
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