Only 2 more hours of work. I've been challenged so intensly by clients today, and I already feel so fragile. I have a little time to let myself cry now, since I'm the only one left in this part of the building. I don't know how I can make it through the next few weeks. I wish I knew I needed extra help before I needed it. I can admit it now, but I have 3 more weeks before I can get in to see a pdoc, and then however long after that it takes for any medication they give me to start working. I'm pushing through, but it feels harder every day, and I hate my bad coping skills every time I use them.