I see. I guess it makes sense
@Solara . I was not prepared for this past weekend or yesterday: the anxiety won't go away no matter what I try.
I had kind of a rough night, waking up kicking and crying several times and when my son came in the room in the middle of the night for something I thought/hoped it morning already. The evening went downhill from there. This morning, I can still tell that I have an anti anxiety med on board but there's that ...underlying uneasy feeling in my chest and I'm more aware of every noise and feel the need to hide/investigate- never mind the fact that I've been awake since almost 4 am. I'm debating staying home today but I have so much to do and I basically missed work yesterday since I was so worthless and left early.
I guess my therapist and I BOTH thought it was just going to be better after the court date.
He finally did get my text and email and responded that it would get better and he was glad I going home to take care of myself. (I don't take the Ativan unless it's REALLY bad)
I keep telling myself it's just a few more hours till my appointment- only seven more hours (I'm late in the evening) but I realize that going to see my therapist doesn't REALLY amount to a hill of beans. OK, he gets to see me stressed and hear why. Doesn't really change anything. At the end of it, I still have to muck about in this condition and pull myself back to normal. Seeing the therapist isn't a magical cure all. I have to guard against thinking he's going to be my salvation. He's not. He's more or less just someone who has the unfortunate task of trying to show me a better way of dealing with the hell and he has no real vested interest in me other than that of a client. At the end of it all, I don't matter to him or anyone.
Days like yesterday it just doesn't seem it's possible to get myself back to normal and I don't think I have it as bad as most. On the whole, I don't think anyone is really aware of what's going on in my head outside of my therapist. I know that the people standing in my door way, the woman I wanted to scream at for standing in front of me for so long- none of them had a clue. I pushed back from my desk, made more room, tried to focus on breathing and still smile pleasantly and listen and respond to them all the while, holding on the edge of my chair as hard as I could, trying to remember that these people aren't going to hurt me and it wasn't doing any good.
I have to be at work in an hour. No Ativan(It literally knocks me out) but in this extreme situation I am thinking about taking a bit of the medical MJ (it DOES help a tiny bit but I don't like going to work "chemically enhanced" because of the possibility of having to work physically and putting someone in danger). It'll be harder to concentrate in some ways but I think it might be better than what happened yesterday. I've GOT to get some work done today. I have so many deadlines looming.
No pressure. Right?