Therapy went pretty well last night. I wish it would have lasted longer--it was about 50 minutes...but it was one of those times where I could have kept on talking.


I feel fragile and stuff. It is hard coming out of IP and straight back into regular life. I don't know if I explained that well enough to T.


And I am struggling with a lot of shame and disappointment and embarrassment about having to go to the hospital again. I know I shouldn't feel this way but I do.