desiderata310
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This morning started stupid early (3am) with a nightmare of S pinning me down. I woke up because I couldn't breathe.
Yesterday I finally managed to get my cell phone number changed and felt a bit safer for a while but part of me had this nagging feeling that something was about to go terribly wrong.
Damn intuition.
I had managed to shake off most of the terror of my early rise with a run. I had an appointment today and left work early and had a coffee before I walked over for my second appointment of the week. While I was relaxing, I was trying to check my email for info about an event happening this week. That's when I saw it: an email from my old bank saying that he had changed the email on the account. (they were join accounts and I couldn't close it) Then I saw the email: it asked that I contact him and then listed my new title and office phone and then under that my new address.
I'm not sure how but I managed to get across the street and sit outside my therapist's office till he came up. He saw me sitting in the corner and started chit chatting and then realized I was not ok. When I got in the office he asked me what happened and I burst into tears.
I explained between sobs and struggled to get myself to calm down enough to listen to what he was saying. Eventually, I got the message: he insisted that I go to the women's shelter tomorrow and file for a restraining order. He was going to call me to check in tomorrow. I remember him saying that he is more worried about me being more of a threat to myself than S would be.
He's right to think that. It was the very first thought I had. It's the thread of what I am thinking now. Ativan and alcohol are keeping me… quiet tonight. I had to fight to keep from taking the entire bottle.
Yesterday I finally managed to get my cell phone number changed and felt a bit safer for a while but part of me had this nagging feeling that something was about to go terribly wrong.
Damn intuition.
I had managed to shake off most of the terror of my early rise with a run. I had an appointment today and left work early and had a coffee before I walked over for my second appointment of the week. While I was relaxing, I was trying to check my email for info about an event happening this week. That's when I saw it: an email from my old bank saying that he had changed the email on the account. (they were join accounts and I couldn't close it) Then I saw the email: it asked that I contact him and then listed my new title and office phone and then under that my new address.
I'm not sure how but I managed to get across the street and sit outside my therapist's office till he came up. He saw me sitting in the corner and started chit chatting and then realized I was not ok. When I got in the office he asked me what happened and I burst into tears.
I explained between sobs and struggled to get myself to calm down enough to listen to what he was saying. Eventually, I got the message: he insisted that I go to the women's shelter tomorrow and file for a restraining order. He was going to call me to check in tomorrow. I remember him saying that he is more worried about me being more of a threat to myself than S would be.
He's right to think that. It was the very first thought I had. It's the thread of what I am thinking now. Ativan and alcohol are keeping me… quiet tonight. I had to fight to keep from taking the entire bottle.