I couldn’t get comfortable to sleep last night. I was up most of the night but was able to get up before my appt and have a cup of coffee. The therapist did a bunch of questionnaires and no surprise, I have depression. We talked a little bit about stuff but didn’t get into a whole lot. I really like her. Now I got to figure out how to tell my current therapist bye.
I ended up sleeping most of the afternoon. I kept an eye on puppy. She crapped in the living room but nowhere else. I am making potatoes and spanikopita. That is what I want to eat. I mostly just had cake and coffee this morning.
I took some old mail off my bed. I didn’t have much success clearing it today. Maybe tomorrow. I see my DMH worker. But I won’t be going in. Too hot.
I need to shave my head and face. I got a goatee going on. Also need to brush my teeth. Sox are playing a late game tonight. They are in Houston.
midnightdemons7 
This blog post is very honest and relatable. It’s great that you like your therapist, that’s such an important aspect of therapy. How do you plan on breaking the news to your current therapist?
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