The memories of this past week where I couldn’t cook or clean, or when I’d call my mom crying are fading into the background. The fact that I called off work last Monday is so faint in my mind.
The therapist never called me back in regards to switching to another person. I wonder if I’m over reacting, making stuff up that isn’t there. Then I remember that she told me that being self-harm free for a year wasn’t a big deal and really not all that long. But still…
I started wondering yesterday how bad was bad enough to go to the crisis center.
But I’m fine.
So I will pick myself up, go to work, and get on with my life.