Okay, I've been a bit wired due to increasing meds but I think this current wired state I am in is a post-therapy reflection at two in the morning dilemma. And damn, my alarm goes off at 5:30 for work- argghhh.

As I lie here thinking about yesterday's session so much is running through my mind. It was an interesting session, we covered a lot of territory--At one point, T told me he was touched that I took some of his advice and consulted a nutritionist. Awwww, it was a sweet moment. I can't remember how we got onto this, but we were briefly talking about our work together and goals and T looked at me and said, what is this work? And I said, "therapy." So, he goes, "So how do you know when you're cured?" And I said, "I think you're always cured, or you're always ****ed up." He said, "Good answer." For some ridiculous reason that pleased me and I feel like I passed some kind of test. I still look for his approval. Hmmmmm.

As I was leaving I was feeling anxious and fluttery in my stomach and, thinking it was more reaction to increasing meds, I said that I would take a klonopin. T looked at me and reminded me what we had been talking about and suggested I sit with it for a bit and see if I could manage it.

He was right, I felt fine within an hour but it just came back at me now.
Okay--yawning, so hopping back into the zzzzzzzzzzzone.