So this weekend, I pushed myself socially and went out a lot. It was HARD. My day job is so reliant on communications and by the end of the day, I just feel like being in my pajamas with Ben and Jerry. But I went!

I have been actually talking to myself (out loud, I seem like a maniac but there's always the chance that someone sees me talking to myself in the car and they figure I have Bluetooth). I literally have to say, "It's okay and if you hate this party, you can simply stay for 30 minutes"

This is the kind of discussion that I would have with my T. Examining my self talk. And realizing how I wouldn't talk to my DOG in this fashion, yet I berate myself this way.

Ugh. No wonder I was in therapy for a million years.