I woke up depressed today. I think I managed not to scream at the cat, but I wasn’t in the mood to get up, yet had a therapy appointment. My stomach wasn’t feeling great either. I talked to my therapist for about an hour though, and it was okay. I kind of miss meeting in person, but I’m not in a rush to get back to the mental health center either, and it’s kind of a long drive. I miss when it was ten minutes away, but it’s not horrible either. It’s still totally doable, and I wouldn’t mind getting down there once or twice while the weather is nice. My therapist isn’t gonna be around much longer I don’t think… I mean as far as retirement goes. I’d think she’s at least thinking about doing so, and I don’t know what that’ll look like for me. She actually mentioned that a few staff members were leaving, but she said their names and I don’t think I know them; at least by name, but I’ve been with my therapist for over a decade now and I’m wondering how much longer she’ll be there, as well as my other workers. Usually they leave every few years, and it can be incredibly heartbreaking for me, so I try to prepare for it
I’ve been kind of anxious lately and needed an anxiety pill to sleep along with lots of Indica weed. The picture below is a photo that captures that…
“If I wasn’t Bob Dylan, I’d probably think that Bob Dylan has a lot of answers myself” – Bob Dylan
and here is some music to leave you with…
