Thank you to all who responded.

Maybe I will try some of that exercise. It's funny because when my husband and I were moving, I was helping him with some really heavy stuff and he said, "Um, honey? I had no idea you were so strong." (I'm a very small person with puny little arms, lol). Lifting provided some sort of release for me. It was keeping my mind off of stuff and my body felt good-- like the agitation was being physically attacked. I liked it. I tried yoga once and didn't like it. Too slow-paced, provieded too much focus on the body. When I have to be mindful of my body, I start getting anxiety. I need something fast-paced, even exhausting.

I'm just having a crappy day back at work. And the reduction of sessions was pretty traumatic to me; I am dealing with it as if we terminated. It was a big loss of sorts, and it's as if I am in mourning for Tuesday because that would have been my session.

Pathetic?

The cuts on my upper arm are healing nicely... There are scars, but they look better. The burn marks on my lower arm look horrific, at least they can be covered by a thick bandaid because they are close together.

I actually can't wait for tomorrow to start my new semester-- internship class and psychological assessment. Something to look forward to. This semester I went through one of the most difficult and longest depressions I had ever experienced (7 weeks). I still made it through my classes, and got A's in each of them. Maybe, even if it is only for two seconds, I can be proud and look back at what I've done.