I see a psychologist every three months for a check-in after my (PTSD) crisis of last summer. I saw him yesterday and told him about what is going on in my life. He thought my tears and sadness were perfectly appropriate. He called my depression "situational" and that is always good news to me.
This seemingly came out of the blue... coinciding with my injury which is preventing me from running. Me thinks and he thinks it is not a coincidence.
I am going to see the chiropractor for my second appointment today. I have high hopes.
But lots of pressure. I have a presentation to give to hospital management at 1:30 - I haven't written it yet. I have a chiropractor appointment downtown at 11:00 - which means I am going to be gone from my office for at least 2 hours in the middle of the day. And here I sit... when I should bet at my desk writing this damn thing. I will get going now.
If you would, would you say a prayer that this dark cloud lifts from above my head?