Today is my third day of not doing good. In two weeks, I see the psychologist again. I don't want to have to tell him I'm not getting better. We made a good plan . . . that I would find somewhere to go everyday and not stay vegetating in my apartment. I've stayed in pajamas the past two days.

It occurs to me now that 5 weeks between visits is kind of a long time. I think the psychiatrist didn't take me as seriously as he might have. He said something about how I could email him. I don't really know what he meant by that.

I didn't go to Yoga this week, like I had planned. This psychologist is probably going to say that he can't help me because I didn't stick to the plan.

I'm not really despondent today. Just horribly apathetic.