When I started online therapy, I was skeptical.  I think I’m always a little skeptical at the beginning of relationship with a therapist.    It was strange at first to text my therapist, but the anonymity gave me the freedom to really let loose.   When we started the cognitive behavioral therapy homework, something clicked.  I didn’t realize how how much I was soaking in negativity. I also forget how simple and effective CBT is to turn around my thinking. I haven’t used it since my mom died.

I also reconnected with my psychiatrist.  It is comforting to have someone in the wings who can help if/when things go south (or would mania be north?).  I was concerned about some of the drug advice from doctors (e.g., megadosing Advil).  He was helpful and gave me some advice about clonazepam.  Apparently, it is really bad to drink with it…  So, I’m no longer drinking on nights I take it for sleep.

The cat has decided to sit on my lap, end scene.