First counseling session was today. Nervous walking in. Felt good to talk. Afterward I sort of dissolved into component atoms of focal seizure fog. It takes effort sometimes to stay tethered, and I suspect opening up about depression and anxiety loosened that grip, too.
Thanks for driving, Jennifer. And for being there, just a few doors away, waiting in the car for me. Thanks for having my back, for reminding me that I’ve had yours and that we’re in this together. Thanks for that vow 47 years ago. I’m starting to think that those folks who said our marriage wouldn’t last were wrong. 🙂