Sometimes I think I do this coping crap on purpose. Then I think im getting better. Then I relapse. I just spent 20 minutes in the shower hugging myself and then I curled up into the fetal position. I'm under my blanket again now, and I know tomorrow once I start working I'll be okay.
But I ate today and I'm not shaking right now, even though I am antsy about tomorrow, so I consider it a victory.
I wonder if I should consider going back to counseling.
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