I'm in my car waiting to go into my therapist's office. I'm not sure what to talk about, but I'm sure once I'm there I'll figure it out. I'm not yet fully at ease with her and feel my progress has taken a step back since leaving my previous therapist. Last week I asked to reduce our sessions to once every other Friday, but she discouraged that saying she sees most all of her clients every week, and that I need it now. I saw many past therapists every other week, even at worse points of my illness.

Truth is, I'd like to save some money and I don't see what we're doing as productive. Money is a serious issue for my husband and I right now. Mental illness can bring on poverty. So many things need repair. The money isn't there, and we can't figure out a good solution for the short-term. I feel that we're going to have to sell things. I wish it was my things, but other than my portion of the house, I have nothing of much value. I hate to see hubby sell any of his things, because the situation is because of my illness.

Update: Got home. My therapist did agree to reduce to every other week. Now I have to figure out more expenses to cut.