I woke up so exhausted this morning that I declared I'd take a day off, finally. I mostly did. I'll admit when I was doing work today I sort of put on a sound of strain and exhaustion hoping that Hubby would get the message. He didn't. Oh well! Anyway, dinner will be microwaved leftovers.

This coming week, we will be contacting a prospective psychiatrist close to my home. My new therapist also recommended someone, but that psychiatrist works even further from my home than she is, which I find a bit far. I mentioned this to my new therapist, and she understood, and even asked the name of the other for any other English-speaking clients she gets. I'll provide it, if it works out, but not until I'm on that pdoc's calendar.

I'm not clicking with my current (new) therapist, and seemingly vice versa. I'm even wondering how much she can help me, or even how much help I really need. My concentration was mostly to be "adjustment" to my new country environment, but she made that seem like a five minute topic. I am already knowledgeable about CBT, DBT, and other coping skills. Not that I don't need reminders to use them, sometimes. Plus, she doesn't concentrate on CBT, more psychoanalysis, which I don't need. I could present "Myself" in an hour-long spiel and that would be that. I just think I need someone to chat with in a way I don't with Hubby. I sense that that's not what she's willing to accept. I'll give her another session, or two, before possibly quitting her. My mindset does change.

I sort of hope that my future psychiatrist can offer both med management and a teensy bit of therapy. That would be ideal! I've gotten that from my American psychiatrist in recent years. It made my American therapist less significant.