I woke up this morning with the thought "This will be a great day. I'm going to do some art and make this day a good one." That lasted a whole 30 minutes...
I made a phone call and listened as there was fighting on the other end of the line. Unfortunately, since it's family, this happens frequently. I was like "OK you've got this. Just brush it aside."
I got up out of bed and texted my therapist. I'd admitted that the psychiatrist in his office really triggers me. We've spent all week trying to decide how to get me meds and last night I finally said "Whatever, I'll just go see him." Unfortunately, my therapist wrote back saying, "We'll talk about it in session tomorrow." Little did he know that triggered me because it's what I always hear when I know I'm about to get into a fight with my family.
Two triggers in the first 30 minutes of waking up led me to turn into a weeping pile on the end of my daughter's bed. I finally managed to get up and get moving, accomplishing a few things for my blog. Unfortunately, now I'm very touchy and jumpy and we need to go to the store. Thank God both my daughter and my service dog are going with me. Hopefully this day will end better than it started but even if not, I know 1 thing for sure: "Jesus understands."