Day Eight

Well, here I am on my eighth day in therapy. Very slow with not much going on today. Saw Dr. Sargent this morning. The session went well, and we skated round the issue of therapy beyond this month-long program. I think I can handle a once-a-week therapy program. The Dr. suggested that I should attend when I'm feeling my worst ie. first thing in the morning. Urgh. He's right of course, and I told him so. He seems to think I'm progressing and showing some courage. I'll say this: now I understand what courage feels like; it feels awful!