On Thursday, December 11, I had my third appointment with my new therapist. I was a wreck. I had been up all night full of anxiety about the upcoming holiday, my kids, still being sick, crying at everything. Feeling like I had no life, I wasn’t living the life that I wanted and there was nothing I could do. Panicking.

My therapist name is Katy. I like her. She listens and offers really helpful suggestions. She printed out a poem titled “Letting Go.”

I recognize that I need to stop living in the past and projecting the future. I am driving myself crazy. It’s up to me to move forward towards the life I want.

Good luck with that Barb