Took long enough

[dragonyphoenix]

Had my first chat with my therapist today.  I felt much better afterwards although that didn't last.  She did confirm I'm depressed by giving me this twenty-question thingamabob to fill out.  My score was 69, which is the high-end of moderately depressed; apparently 70 is the low-end of whatever the next worst level of depression is called.

My assignments till next week are to think of three things a day that I'm grateful for and to work on stopping my negative thoughts.  Apparently telling the cat "I'm off to hell" each morning as I head out to work is a self-fufilling prophecy.  I'm thinking the best I'll be able to do tomorrow is "work might not totally suck today".  *sigh*

Comments

[diebirchen.livejournal.com]

I think the actual scientific term is dohickeymabob, sweetie. Soooo much more precise and evocative than thingamabob. I referred to my job as the hellhole. No kiddin'. Beaming positive energy your way . . .
Me

[skuzzbopper.livejournal.com]

How about, instead of telling your cat, "I'm off to hell," telling it "Mommy will be back in eight/nine hours!" Or something. Sometimes keeping count makes it feel longer, but sometimes keeping count makes time fly.