My therapist helped me bring my distress level down enough to be able to talk. We did paced breathing for about five minutes (which she coached me through). She got me a bottle of cold water to hold as well. It all helped a little bit. I briefly touched on my anger toward my husband. Just said as much as I could handle. We talked about what I could do tomorrow if I woke up feeling the same as I did today. Unfortunately my mind is going in a million different directions and I can’t remember exactly what we said. I know she told me to bring some ice to work and to go to my car and do insight timer meditations if I need to. Right now I don’t feel like I can go in tomorrow at all. But I might feel better if I get some sleep.
Now that my mom left I’m feeling anxious again. I think I’m gonna take a hot shower in a little while to try to relax before bed. It might be too warm for my weighted blanket but I’m gonna try.
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Of course it is happening inside your head. But why on earth should that mean that it is not real?
-Albus Dumbledore
That’s life. If nothing else, that is life. It’s real. Sometimes it
f—-ing hurts. But it’s sort of all we have.
-Garden State
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