Session 1

My first therapy session went really well. I really like her a lot. She’s super easy to talk to, and we dug into a lot of shit, which is normal for session 1. Topics included: cancer (obvi), relationship stuff, self-esteem/body image issues, swinging/lifestyle stuff, parenting, and my career/the law firm. I’m going to be seeing her every two weeks for now. I felt heard/seen/accepted. It was good. I should have done this a while ago.


I had the appointment with the psychiatrist this afternoon via Zoom. It went the full hour, which I was kind of surprised about. She was extremely thorough. I was crazy nervous about this appointment for some reason, but it went well. She was kind. I feel good about our treatment plan. We’re adding in Lexapro, but we are going to start out at a very low dose to ease me into it. Last time I took Lexapro, it made me really sick. Luckily, I have Zofran and Compazine this time – so that should help. For my insomnia and panic disorder – we are going to stick with Trazadone and Xanax. I feel better about things.

[Tomorrow afternoon is my first appointment with the therapist. I’m anxious about that, too. I’m essentially anxious about everything all the time anymore.]

It was interesting talking to the psychiatrist about my history with anxiety. I’ve been dealing with it since I was a child. Growing up the way I did, I was always on edge. Always worried. Never slept well. When I got a bit older, I became obsessed with ways that I might die: natural disasters and airplanes were two huge triggers for me for years. I actually avoided traveling because I was too scared to fly. I still don’t love it, but I can do it.  Now I’m obsessed over how I will die from this cancer – what that will look like. I’m also obsessed in an unhealthy way about what my loved ones will do after I go; like it’s causing nervous breakdowns/meltdowns/tantrums. It’s not good. I’m hope the combination of drugs and therapy will help me feel calmer and less out of control.

this is an update

I submitted an online inquiry to a therapist. Her office is out of Nashville, but she offers virtual appointments to Missouri residents because she grew up in STL. She came highly recommended by my therapist friend, so I hope it works out. My friend actually said she would be the best one in her practice to work with me, but obviously that is not allowed.

In other news, tonight is date night. The kids have been picked up by the other parents, and so it’s just me and D. This morning started out quite nicely with an enthusiastic bang, so hopefully there will be some more of that tonight. There will also be Petrichor – we are picking up dinner and beer from them tonight. Mmm West Coast IPA. I think we might be watching Guardians of the Galaxy 2 – even though we kind of hated the first one – because we need to keep moving through our Marvel movie marathon.

We’re not exercising tonight. We were going to go on a walk, but it is going to storm. I’m actually looking forward to just chilling and (hopefully) not worrying about anything except enjoying my husband’s company. I’m trying really hard to train my brain not to go down those deep, dark, scary rabbit holes. I get lost in there and can’t find my way out. No bueno.



I just got really great news regarding one of my most hated cases/clients. This guy is…such a fucking piece of shit, misogynistic douche face, motherfucker.  It has been causing me so much fucking stress, and now I should be able to get it resolved (and finally get fucking paid). OMG I cannot even begin to properly convey what a relief this is. Maybe I’ll stop feeling like I’m constantly on the verge of a massive heart attack.

It’s weird how I can let so much shit roll off my back, and then one dumb ass dick bag can get me all upset and out of sorts. The reason this is finally getting resolved is because I told myself last night that is enough is enough, and I was going to put on my big girl panties and fucking own this motherfucker. So I did.

Yay, yay, yay.

Gonna do a celebratory shot of tequila tonight, baby.

Monday: just not feeling it.

I’m still rocking eye makeup from Saturday night. I have zero fucks to give today. Oh but I did manage to fix my favorite brooch, which I’m wearing today. That, at least, brings me a small bit of joy.

Today I have three courts to go to. Tomorrow I have three courts to go to. Online inquiries are ramping up. Busy season looms large, and I just want to stay in bed instead, please and thank you.

I’m glad I’m meeting my new primary care doc on the 21st. I have to get some relief for my raging anxiety and insomnia. Last night, my heart was racing for hours and I felt like I was going to die.