Yup. I ran out Wednesday night, told me therapist about it Thursday, she called in the prescription and I haven’t picked them up yet.
Look, I’m going to pick them up after work (so I tell myself) and start again.
Hey, at least I didn’t relapse with alcohol, right?
Look, I’m feeling guilty about it and that’s contributing to my anxiety and depression. Negative judgments abound.
But it’s just a slight detour, right? Hey, I wasn’t just curled up in a ball all weekend crying or anything. I saw friends Thursday night, Friday night, Saturday afternoon (and hey, I cut the grass Saturday morning) and had breakfast Sunday with my brother and my nephew. I wasn’t just dwelling in negativity all weekend. But yes… there has been some depression and anxiety about the medication.
But I should be looking forward, right?