Therapy

This week I walked three times with a group, I attempted an interview to volunteer at a local library. I realized I had left my medicine at home. Unfortunately I started getting anxious about not having it. My relation left me at the library and went home!  Told R. to come get me and bring my medicine. Yes the box of pills. 

We had words on the way home and at home!

While I was waiting for him I tried calling my family. No one was home. No one answered. My case manager wasn't available. Then I said "screw it, someone's at the clinic." I called and spoke to the front office. I told them I was having a panic attack and who I was a patient of. They passed me to the Doc. Doc reminded me that everything was on its way to me. I reminded myself that my heart wasn't racing that badly. I tried to breathe deeply from the diaphragm, as well. Sorry Doc, I had no paper bag.  I did use the reaching out for help homework on this one; that's for sure. 

The next day was group therapy. It turns out I am not the only one to panic when the medicine is not on ones self. 

Topic for this week was grounding oneself to limit the pain from trauma. There are three types of grounding: mental, physical, spiritual.  

The quote starting the session was "this feeling is not forever"

During therapy we discussed starting a walking group. I'm for it if I can get someone to stay walking next to me. I was left in the dust the third day of walking. The ladies are lighter in weight and can walk faster. I was forgotten. Lovely.   

I had to take a .5 Xanax today.