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I feel like shit. Only if you really feel like knowing why should you bother with the cut text.
Well, for one thing, I don't think I've ever had two panic attacks in the same day before. Let alone five. Yup, new record for me.
Also, I have successfully fucked up the entire family spring break plan. Didn't intend to, either. I know I've been saying horrible things lately about the city of Chicago, but I would've liked to be there right now. I'd certainly have preferred being there to being here and feeling guilty because of piles of wasted money spent on tickets for airplanes I couldn't get on and nights in a hotel that is, technically, in Chicago and hence not being stayed in by me. I could be going to sleep after a pleasant afternoon and evening spent watching the dolphins and otters and things at the Shedd Aquarium, rather than one spent having 5 panic attacks and so forth.
So, that's about a third of the reason I feel so wretched right at the moment. I consider this official proof that my current therapist is a complete failure and I should either get a new one or resign myself to taking Greyhound buses for the rest of my days.
If you're not bothering to click on the thingy, well, have a nice night. I'll catch you later.
Well, for one thing, I don't think I've ever had two panic attacks in the same day before. Let alone five. Yup, new record for me.
Also, I have successfully fucked up the entire family spring break plan. Didn't intend to, either. I know I've been saying horrible things lately about the city of Chicago, but I would've liked to be there right now. I'd certainly have preferred being there to being here and feeling guilty because of piles of wasted money spent on tickets for airplanes I couldn't get on and nights in a hotel that is, technically, in Chicago and hence not being stayed in by me. I could be going to sleep after a pleasant afternoon and evening spent watching the dolphins and otters and things at the Shedd Aquarium, rather than one spent having 5 panic attacks and so forth.
So, that's about a third of the reason I feel so wretched right at the moment. I consider this official proof that my current therapist is a complete failure and I should either get a new one or resign myself to taking Greyhound buses for the rest of my days.
If you're not bothering to click on the thingy, well, have a nice night. I'll catch you later.