I'm taking steps to get into therapy. But I'm dragging my feet a bit. I did ask my husband for the name of the place we used to go before. As I expected he got freaked out and wanted to know if there was a problem between us. I assured him that is not the case, but I think he's worried now. (We did go there for marriage counseling so I can see why he is worried. But I also went there for individual counseling)

I know I need to go but I don't want to. I am going to do it though. Pffft.
I got majorly pissed off at my meds last night. I was looking at them in my hand and it felt like I had a handful of rocks. Why do these little pellets of chemicals make my life livable? It just sucks