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First day of outpatient therapy. I felt lost. Someone else started same day but it seemed like she got what we were supposed to be doing.
I didn't retain anything, there's homework. I felt put on the spot but it was a thing everyone was doing so I had to. I really don't want to go back.
I'll be back tomorrow.
My mind went to a porny place (the one where CBT has a different meaning).
Our local phone provider is Cincinnati Bell Telephone, so when repair work is being done, there are signs reading "CBT" all over. It's as hilarious as it sounds.
What else is CBT?
I'm sorry your first day was rough, askye. I hope you feel more comfortable soon. But I am proud of your determination to go back.
askye, I'm sorry today was so rough. I hope tomorrow is better.
CBT.
Learn something new from Buffistas every day.
So what are some healthy coping mechanisms that people have because I had a very stressful day (most of it was my own damn fault) and I either want to eat something terrible for me, go spend gobs of money, or get on a plane. None of which are feasible right now. Apparently I don't have any healthy coping mechanisms.
Watch British mysteries and documentaries on You Tube or Netflix. Terry Jones is good for a laugh and information.
So what are some healthy coping mechanisms that people have because I had a very stressful day (most of it was my own damn fault) and I either want to eat something terrible for me, go spend gobs of money, or get on a plane.
I often research potential trips when I'm in that frame of mind. Or I'll read books set in a local to which I'd like to travel. If I'm not in a position where I can just say "screw it," and eat something terrible for me anyway, I'll often look up recipes. That often leads to later making and eating something less than ideal, but in a set number of months you can do that.
I came home and took a nap. I wanted to go "see" live music in Second Life and instead I'm printing out paperwork for a waiver for the $400 ish whooping cough test.
I still have to call the insurance company for short term disability and email my therapist about filling out paperwork for work. The hospital thing wants info about my medical expenses but it dosn't ask for documentation (which I guess is good I don't have receipts for most of it) and some I put on credit cards so it doesn't show up on the bank statement. I keep telling myself the worst they can say is no.
Oh and way back 3 years ago (ish) I had a temp job where I was basically asked to leave because I sucked so bad. That job would have been doing the financially stuff for the waive I'm doing right now. Which is kind of making me feel like crap.
Lately, sj, I apparently just look at pictures of Chris Evans. Shamefully.
(I find it very soothing.)