Last night was kinda not good... I was so desperate for sleep. There was melatonin and cough syrup involved. But I did get a lot of sleep and then another 2 hours this morning from 9-11 even with my niece screaming her head off. I was dreaming about an angry cat who was riding on top of a bear. I had therapy today. It went well. We just talked about last week and the food and the anxiety stuff. I mentioned the sleep issues but not the meds. I told her about my vision issues and she seems to think its anxiety related. I told her about my pulse which she says is normal. She showed me a video my last T had sent her that she wanted me to watch. It was that same dumb poodle one I've already seen. I asked how my last therapist was doing. She said thanks for asking and she'll let her know I asked and that shes doing fine. At the end of the session my therapist said "I know we meet every week but you do know you can email me right?" Idk why she said that. Like if she thought I could have had an easier time last week if I had emailed her or something. Idk. I just think of the situation between my transference T and the emails, and I'm not ready to just go into emails again. I save them when necessary. I guess its just my boundaries. I'm so glad my mom has everything set for when she dies. Shes leaving me and my brother the house thats all paid. My sister is in charge of financaial things. My uncle who is a lawyer is in charge of legal things. Nope. No worries about becoming homeless.