High anxiety/panic caused me yet again to not only forget my diary card but also a chance to tell the only one who knows who really is "us." So, we spend the time grounding over and over since we "go away" every chance we get. We obsess about forgetting the card and in our mind, have failed the one person who is trying to help. This was yesterday and yes, the obsession is still as strong. And we feel like, or obsessing about the desire for her to read our completed work despite the fact we know she'll already say yes. Urgh, I hate this, all of it...