Even the dog got up early today

I have a therapy appointment this morning.

When the alarm went off, I got up and went into the bathroom to take my medicine. After my psychiatrist appointment last month, he felt the 20 mg. of Prozac was all I needed, and I should see him again next month.

I am still impressed that he actually spent time with me during my appointment. I had expected 5 minutes and we spent 45 together.

Getting back to this morning, usually when I come out of the bathroom, our dog who sleeps on our bed, has found the warm spot where I was sleeping and has her head on my pillow. Today, she was up and at the front door, ready to sniff the yard for last night’s visitors.

Now I am on the porch with my black coffee, thinking about my appointment coming up in the next hour. What will we talk about?  

I am going over my list for today:

1. Triggers I am experiencing
2. Affirmations and how I am using them
3. The elephant

I chickened out last session and even though I had a few handwritten bullet points about the elephant in the room, I did not bring it up.

I need to re-order my list:

1. The Elephant
2. The Elephant
3. The Elephant

While I have been brutally honest in what I have written, I am still having trouble sharing this part of my recovery. Or maybe I am having trouble sharing, because I am having trouble facing it.

I will share all the sordid details at some point, but this morning is not the time.

What are you having trouble facing?