The hardest part…

…is waiting for my appointment. I tried to run errands before so I would have things to do.

Of course the post office I went to for lunch was closed, so I couldn’t get that done.

I did go the pharmacy and have to wait, but not long enough.

So I’m early.

Blah.

I try not to be more than ten minutes early to things anymore because I just get anxious. It’s stupid.

I guess she’s “coming right out” so I won’t have to wait too long.

I feel like I can’t breathe.

It’s ridiculous. Therapy is necessary at this point. I’m hoping we can schedule twice next week as well, because I’m not really okay.

My friend is “babysitting” me tonight and I super appreciate it. I need someone to keep me in check.

I might dye my hair a funny color or get a tattoo or do something I might regret later if I didn’t have a stabilizing influence.

I just feel a little “out of control.”

I hate this feeling. I HATE it.

Oh well. Hopefully she comes for me soon.

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