Yesterday started off really rocky, that teary thing just shadowing me all morning and dark thoughts too…I don’t like it when my thoughts go to those places…Hopelessness and emptiness. By late afternoon, I was just exhausted and burned out.
I seem to be transitioning onto the Lamictal with no ill effects. I keep this current dose until the 14th then go up to 40 mg. I don’t know when the dose starts to be therapeutic. It will be interesting to see if/when it starts to help with the mood roller coaster.
Monday at 8
A friend recently asked me how starting my week with therapy was working out. Maybe in her mind, 8 a.m. on Monday morning is an ambitious appointment time. I gave her a nothing kind of answer, something to the effect that starting my week with therapy is fine.
In my head, I was thinking about how I feel awful all of the time…It doesn’t matter when therapy happens, it’s not like it adds to my “suffering.” I live with the whirlpool in my head all the time. Even though therapy is really hard and can stir me up, I find it a grounding and safe place to be. In therapy, the Art Therapist treats me like I am normal. What better way to start the week than to be in a safe place where I am accepted for who I am and where I don’t have to constantly worry about guarding myself against judgment and rejection?
8 a.m. Monday therapy? It’s a great way to start the week.