I'm really dreading my therapy appointment this morning. I have the feeling of it being like two magnets with the same poles repelling each other. As I ruminate on it, I become more and more agitated. That makes me want to step away from therapy for a bit, but I know that would be unhealthy and isolating.

Next week I meet with a psychiatrist here. I don't dread that, but am rather curious. I hope he is as good as the reviews say he is. He'll have to be.

The isolation is really getting to me. In the US, even despite the pandemic, I could do a lot more by myself. I find that I can thrive on even little bits of things, but to have them gone makes me feel psychologically malnourished.