I had my first therapy session since I moved. It felt wonderful to express my feelings to a human being rather than blurt things out in my car. I was, mostly, repeating myself from my last therapy session from Alabama, but I need to be doing that. It feels too new to be talking about my traumas but oh well. They happened years ago. There’s no time like the present to get over this hurdle, right? My next appointment isn’t until the Spooky Season so I have some time to document any lows I might have now that I’ve opened up again. The doc said we’d be discussing goals and starting good coping mechanisms next. I’m pretty elated.
The Cymbalta I’m taking has really helped out my mental state, as well. I haven’t had dark thoughts or been low in some time. I mean, for a while, I was feeling pretty mediocre but my dosage was upped and some things at work have grown comfortable, so I’m at a good place. I was late for work the other day but instead of dwelling on it, I chilled out and reminded myself that there’s nothing I can do about the past, so I just apologized and my coworkers and we laughed it off. I haven’t been late in a couple years, so it’s not something they have to be worried about.
Also, has anyone notice how incredibly cold it’s starting to get, already? I turned the heat on for the first time in our house and I’m still shaking from this weird cold that just won’t go away! My hands and feet are always cold, so nothings changed there but the rest of me is still shivery.