My appointment with my counselor is tonight. I'm spending the day counting the time down so we can talk about the drawing that "happened" last week.

My mind is going back and walking back through how it happened and it's making me feel anxious.

There's the shocked disbelief of watching a hand that was not mind shaking and drawing the picture. We talked about a few things after that happened, but I can't recall them. I was hijacked and had switched seats with someone. Not sure who.

It was like the most normal thing had just happened, to my counselor. It appeared that way anyway. I'm waking out of his office looking perfectly "all there". Inside, something was quietly freaking out, saying, "Wait!!!" "What just happened?!"

I think it's just the feeling of me looking perfectly all there, but experiencing being so gone.

Does that make any sense?

It will be ok. It will.

I'll think of you guys and what we have talked about!