Oh, golly, I live-and-breathe re-evaluation; I mean, I have to, right?

I’m too *******ed old for an ‘evaluation,’ I think.

I would be a frozen mute if I stopped these re-evaluations.

Sometimes I forgo my oatmeal and tea and enjoy bran flakes and dark, dark coffees from Ethiopian beans.

I’ve been putting off my search for a new therapist —>> not a lot of inner-city t’s hangin’ around. I’m a month away from being out of meds, so I need to prioritise these things. I gotta go lower on the manic bar, first.

Fantasies/delusions of 1. I find a new therapist! But, 2. I’m stuck before I start because I’m never sure how to begin. Some therapists want to know your current diagnoses and medications and they go from there. Others want to make their own diagnoses.

I have company tonight. She’s asleep, now, and I’m flying low.