I had a very late therapy session today. When I got there the place was empty except for the receptionist. Like zero cars in the parking lot. I checked in and then the receptionist started closing windows and turning off lights. Honestly it was a bit creepy. Then she got her stuff and headed for the door and told me my therapist would be right out. I waited 5 minutes extra before my therapist came out. Today she was ok. The only funny thing she said was “oh I hope I don’t break a nail.” We talked about cognitive distortions and I can practically recite them all and I know which ones I do and how to challenge them and etc. the only therapy I’ve ever done is CBT. But my anxiety was super high just because of how strange it was to be doing therapy at this time of day. I usually have taken my meds by that time. By the time I left we were the only ones in the building and she had to unlock the door to let me out. I got takeout and I’m just trying to rewind and veg in front of the TV. My family was over all day today and now I can just relax for the weekend.