I thought I should record my days without meds. Last night I lied away for half the night it seems like. I was having these angry, worried thoughts that I can never shake. Feels like the great humiliation is upon me - and I am wee child trying to avoid the end of the world, before I get to the cathartic its-not-my-fauuuult moment. I woke again in the morning with the same feelings. Unshakable.
I listened to podcasts during the night and afterwards I started to name and feel every part of my body to tell it that I love it. I think this is a good strategy no? At least I know that it is greatly perception that is taking me here. I’ve been here before. I don’t know how to get out of it.
My psychologist didn’t return my email yet. I’m still not drinking, went to salsa class yesterday but missed my yoga this morning because of the lack of sleep. The day is beautiful and I think that my challenge is to see the nice things. There are plenty including my beau. I’m not really feeding myself carefully lately, it’s always an afterthought, but today I am bringing soup to work.
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