Posted 7/17/2013 8:01 PM (GMT 0)
Okay, so my therapist has been a little flighty since I started going. Twice before she has forgotten what time my appointment was, so I had to wait an hour once and 1 1/2 hours another time. Okay, whatever. My schedule on Wednesdays is kinda relaxed at work. Not the end of the world.
Today, though, I've been holding myself together until I could get there. Lots going on. Honestly, closer to the old depressive ways than pure anxiety. Anyway, I get there and there's a paper sign on the door that says closed till Wednesday at 8 a.m. Well, it's Wednesday, so I think she just forgot to take the sign down. I go in and sit down to wait. (theres no receptionist any time). Eventually, some guy comes out of the back and says that it's NEXT wednesday when'll she'll reopen. So I ask is she okay? something happen?
Oh, yeah, she's fine. She's moving her clinic to the city - where I can't drive!
There aren't any other counselors within a 60 mile radius of my house. Plus, I've already been through all of the explaining everything with her. And I liked her. I've got a freaking half-finished painting at my house that I was doing for her, specifically, based on some things she told me about herself.
So, I go into panic/crying like a baby, and I have nowhere to go other than out in public or back to work! I tried parking in a parking lot to have my little cry, but it's 96 here and my coworkers wouldn't appreciate the sweatiness. ha!
Back at work now..... have no idea what to do. I feel like I just lost every ounce of progress and took an additional step backward, because here's yet another person that I thought too much of too quickly who obviously doesn't give a CRAP about me.