I've tried talking to him about going back. The truth is I just got the bill...and there is no way I can afford to go back!

When I started out patient, I wanted to go back. But the social worker and my T asked me to give it a chance...so I did. It actually was helpful, but now that I'm back to work it's been so hard! I've been using my anxiety meds much more...especially at work. I used to only take then at night to help me sleep, but I find that I really need then during the day when I don't feel like I can handle anything.
Things got so bad a few days ago that I was afraid to be alone. In order to deal with it and hang on, I ended up slicing up my leg. For the past few days I keep looking at it and can't believe that I did it. The strange thing is that their was something so comforting about the pain.