A tough session...

It's been a while sisnce I posted. I'm OK in general but I always seem to feel bad when I go in for my weekly therapy session. This morning I felt fine, was chatty in the car with B, but by the time I was halfway there, I felt totally down. I get there at 8:00 am for a 9:00 am appointment because that's the only time B can drop me off. So I wait, sitting in the waiting area with my eyes shut and try to relax. It doesn't make sense that I feel so bad, because the therapy sessions themselves are quite harmless. All I can think of is that I'm resisting the obligation of going there in the first place. My major problem is how I react to obligation in general. Well, I hope it gets better.