1. I went to sleep earlier than usual this morning. I only slept for five hours, but I felt okay when I woke up so I got out of bed and decided to do some things. I ended up very anxious, but I kept going. Okay, so I managed it by spacing out, but I still went ahead with the plan.

2. Then I went to therapy. I have to do something next week that is causing chaos in here and New Guy has been helping me get ready for it. Then I started feeling like I'm probably too needy and called myself a pest. New Guy said I am not a pest.

3. I went to dinner with the husband. The food was greasy, the tea was weak and the service wasn't very good. I was going to bring home some leftovers until the waitress brought my empty to-go box to the table by carrying it under her arm. Ew.

4. I had to put up with people yelling at about 25 or so televisions in the restaurant because the Rays game was on. We're home now, the game is still on and people are still yelling at the television.

5. Even so, I feel like this:



This is me, practicing feeling like I don't need to be invisible anymore. Like I don't have to hide or disappear.


I have a plan and someone is helping me with it. And I'm not a pest. Sure, I just yelled at my family for yelling at the television, but I'm not a pest. What! I said I have a plan, I didn't say I was a genius.