I was in the middle of cleaning up a major laundry detergent spill when my new therapist called and asked why I was not there. I wrote down the wrong time so will have to wait until Friday to see him. After that, I had to go lie down and talk to the frightened, lonely child within. I assured him that all would be OK even though things seem to be out of control. Tomorrow is the beginning of a new work week and I am afraid it is not going to go well. I am afraid I will spiral further into depression and not be able to get anything done.