Today was the first visit to a counselor in... only God knows how many years. I feel like my head was shoved in a George Foreman Grill and slammed shut for an hour. Hopefully this will go somewhere and not be another dead end.
My assignment for the next visit is to think of things that would be signs that I'm doing better. That's not as easy as it sounds. Have I ever been good enough to do those things in the first place? I don't know. But two that I can think of now (on a panini brain) are: 1) Being able to listen to Joey's Music (And Linkin Park) again. and 2) Actually have some white on my fingernails, at least 5 of ten. i.e. at least half my nails can't be chewed to the quick... current count 0/10... Usually a good indicator that I am way to stressed out.
Now, I am going back to bed.
Later
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