Boom

So I finally got an appointment. At 5. On February 22nd. Which isn’t right away but it’s better than April, and I never had any expectations that it’d be next week anyway. The EAP is covering the first five and if I like her then I’d stay with her after if I needed it. Which I’m sure I will.

Been reading “The Truth” by Neil Strauss. I’m sure I’ve talked about it in here before but he’s a dude who has some serious commitment issues and spends two years worth of salary going to every type of therapy there is to offer. And he’s fine. Relatively.

I was about to put a pin in the therapy for a second and try to get right on my meds but I started watching Grey’s Anatomy again to distract myself and in the last few episodes she’s going to therapy and I thought to myself, “No, that’s what you need. Getting your meds is not going to help you cultivate hope. You need to talk to someone. Call them back and push.”

voila.

now I have to go eat something and be distracted.

edit: I didn’t realize it until a little while ago, but I would end up scheduling my first therapy on the anniversary of the day I announced that Sid and I were breaking up. Of course. Irony is the universe’s flaming sword.