I saw my therapist this morning. God I love that woman. She knows exactly what to say to help me, but mostly she gets ME to help myself figure out a strategy. She agreed that Monday coming up being the anniversary of a traumatic event in my life has a lot to do with this overwhelming bout of depression I'm experiencing. We made a plan for Monday. She's actually going to call me monday at 11am even though she's off and it's Labor Day. Now that's appreciated. I have another appointment with her this friday. When I told her I was going home to bed she frowned on that so we made a plan that I would go to the beach for awhile. monday I'm going to light a candle and hold the stone she gave me for strength a few years ago and remind myself how far I've come and that I'm a lot stronger than I give myself credit for. She gave me a hug and said "you can do this". I pray I can.