Went the day well?

It's a Yoda Yoga thing.

The Therapeutic Journey

My sister rang this morning and we had a long chat. We don't see each other much since Aged P died and she had heard that I had been off work. It was good to talk as they say, but bought back a few memories. I went for coffee before my CBT session and felt tired and a bit anxious, in fact at one point I felt on the verge of a panic attack which is something I've not felt for a long time. The session itself was very intense, and I realised that my tendency to worry and then stress has very deep roots. But my counsellor, K, is very practical. A case of how do you manage the now as well as understand the history.

Work this afternoon was difficult but hugely supportive and I found out quite a lot about things that had been going on in my absence which showed how much people cared about me. It was deeply moving.

I managed the gym tonight and that was much better than I had expected, given how tired I had been feeling earlier. I suddenly realised that my choice of t shirt was apt hence the blip.

One day at a time.