One step at a time... and whistle while you go
I headed in to my 1pm appointment today, thinking that I was going to get to tell my shrink about all the progress I had made with my family. I had a goal, November 16, this was the date I was working back towards actually getting back to a normal life...
She was once again "not in the building. We have half hour sessions available...How is November 16th?"
Well... a little bit longer... but you know what? While I am upset because I'm getting set back... I'm not set back that far. I am still getting my disability, I am being given time to actually stop and go "I need a break" without feeling bad about it."
So this is progress feels like... this is something I could definitely get used to :)
She was once again "not in the building. We have half hour sessions available...How is November 16th?"
Well... a little bit longer... but you know what? While I am upset because I'm getting set back... I'm not set back that far. I am still getting my disability, I am being given time to actually stop and go "I need a break" without feeling bad about it."
So this is progress feels like... this is something I could definitely get used to :)