And I can’t believe, no really, CAN’T BELIEVE, that I missed my appointment with my psychiatrist today. Yes, I obviously need one. You don’t need to tell me.
I was working so hard, no really, SO HARD, on the book chapter due this week that I wrote completely through my appointment. I have missed an unprecedented three appointments with this person over two years, once each time a relative has died.
My frustration and sadness over missing the appointment was disproportionate to the actual event meaning I probably really could have benefitted from being there. I don’t know what’s worse, feeling incompetent, worrying she might dump me, wasting the money for the appointment or not getting the chance to talk. Mostly, I don’t know what’s wrong with me that I can’t get it together for once.
Cripes. Thank you for your offers of support. It makes all the difference.