I’ve been home a few hours now, and had a chance to calm down a bit after all the fun I had this morning. It’s time to be more realistic. How am I going to make it four weeks? The same way I made it the last four weeks, or four months, or four years. One manageable unit of time at a time.
Right now it’s minutes, because I’m trying to avoid thinking about my husband having to go to work in two and a half hours…
And after a nap that wasn’t nearly long enough, here I am to finish this post.
I don’t know. I probably sounded like I expected everything to be all better when I left there this morning, but I didn’t really expect that, although it sure would have been nice!
I did not expect to have to wait another month to see a counselor, and that part really was disappointing. But what can I do?
I do feel a small bit better. Although I’ll be seeing someone else for counseling, I liked the social worker I talked to this morning, and I was able to tell her things that I may never be able to talk about here. So I guess that was a start.