I Have Homework?

Homework? Well, I guess that’s okay. As long as I get an A! (Ah, the perfectionist in me.) Anyway, I met with my new therapist today. I like her. She doesn’t seem physically, emotioanlly or intellectually threatening. She didn’t dismiss or discount anything that I said which was a welcome change.

My homework before my next appointment with her:

1. 1. Research the stages of grief.
   2. Research the different anxiety/panic disorders.
   3. Write a letter to Munchkin with the premise of “If I Knew Then What I Know Now” that also acknowledges the current good in her life.

So, one and two will be fine. Three? Shoot. That’ll take a draft or ten. (Again, the perfectionist in me.) She also advised me not to write it on a day that J is working a twenty-four hour shift because it’s bound to stir up some emotions that I don’t need to be left alone with ALL day. See, smart Woman.

I do, however, have an appointment next week with one of the Docs to see if I, perhaps, need some anti-anxiety medication. It’s possible. My anxiety level is through the ROOF. So, that’s that for the day. I’m glad I found her. And had the balls to go today. I really, really almost chickened out.

Glad I didn’t.