T texted me Sunday evening saying she hoped I would be able to come to my appointment on Monday and that she hoped my weekend was better. Nice of her to reach out. Hope she's not too cross with me for messing up and missing Thursday. Really don't want her to think I intentionally stayed home... it was totally the new medication.

For some reason, I feel apprehensive about my appointment tomorrow. I guess I feel a bit guilty for all the bad thoughts I've been entertaining for the past week, even though I didn't act on them. I feel guilty for harboring information that could be used to harm myself.