I am getting tired of sleeping through my alarm clock…
I had my alarm set for 7:30 because I had a nine a.m. meeting. I figured it gives me an hour to get up, have coffee, and make myself human. Nope. Woke up at 8:30, and barely made it out the door in time.
On one bright side, it was a short meeting, and I was out of there by 1030.
I stopped and grabbed a couple groceries, then headed home. Lynn had a migraine today so I ended up packing up my gear and working down at the store for three hours this afternoon. I got one of my stories done, and another partially completed.
M and I also had a session today which was good. We talked about how far I have come in the last several years, and the fact that I’m maintaining my resilience as the pandemic continues.Considering where I am mentally, I have an appointment with him again at the end of next week, then we will be dropping down to once a month. I talk with a provincially funded therapist once a month as well, and will be slotting the appointments around two weeks apart, for nice, regularly spaced appointments.
I’m thinking that will be good, so I’m never far away from an appointment , yet spaced out enough that I’m not overdoing the therapy to death.
Something I did realize today is that my foundation is much more solid than it was. I’m healing. I’m recovering. The stressors that would set me off before don’t seem like they are that big of a deal anymore.
My meds are stable. My therapy support is stable. My marriage is stable. I am stable…and that’s something I never thought I would say, let alone believe. However, here we are.
It’s been quite the journey, and I’ve weathered many storms, but I’ve made it through them all.