After being calm and fairly relaxed all day, I just now got very sad and weepy.

I don't consider this to be normal grief. This has too much fear in it. I'm fearful of what's happening to me. I'm alone in my apartment, listening to news on TV. Suddenly, I'm not liking being alone.

Earlier I spoke for an hour with a friend on the phone. I was in a good mood. We had a nice chat about lots of things.

I ate a frozen dinner. It was okay, and it filled me. All day I was happy watching TV. Suddenly, I'm upset.

I worry about talking to that NP tomorrow. I worry she won't understand that I have a very serious problem.

I'm going to take some Vistaril. They gave me that in the hosp for anxiety.