Today will be spent stress eating and packing. Someone remind me there are stores where we're going.
Doyle ,'Life of the Party'
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There are stores where you're going. Everything will be fine.
DH is the exact opposite of me when packing. I have my detailed lists I follow. He just buys stuff after we arrive. He may have a shopping issue.
Vortex, ugh. Can you ignore him and pretend it never happened?
Okay, I emailed a potential therapist, because my coping skills are gone. They are outsourced entirely to Ativan and denial, when I'm not just completely freaking out.
I looked on Psychology Today's website, and checked to see who is near me and on our insurance plan and seems nice (man, is THAT a shot in the dark!). Fingers crossed.
Sounds like a good idea, Steph. It's been a stressful time for you.
I hope the therapist has some helpful suggestions for you, Steph.
When I was taking care of Dad as he was dying, when I broke down in the doctor's office telling her about it all, having her say, "Of course you're stressed--your past year has sucked and it's gonna keep sucking for a while. But there's stuff we can do to help," was a tremendous relief. As was the Xanax. But, honestly, having someone authoritative tell me I had good reason for falling apart meant a lot. More than I thought it would. I mean, I knew things were awful. But there was something about having that acknowledged externally that I found emotionally steadying.
I may not be expressing this well. Sorry.
I may not be expressing this well. Sorry.
No, it makes perfect sense.
I knew things were awful. But there was something about having that acknowledged externally that I found emotionally steadying.
That's what I'm hoping for. And some coping skills. The Ativan I can get from Awesome Doctor.
I hope this therapist is a good fit for you, Steph.
Argh! People! I win tickets to a corporate golf thing, free food and booze. Plus a shuttle walking distance from my place. Invite a friend. Turns out that she lives near the course, so wants to meet there. Fine. But, I've never been, so don't know the setup. She then suggests that I drive to her house and meet there. Um, no. Not only would I have to watch my drinks, I would be On her schedule for when to leave, since my car would be at her house. Why am I expected to change my plans for her convenience? Aren't I the one hooking her up?