Just some random thoughts.
Yesterday while driving home I stopped at a red light next to a car with darker tinted windows. I gave it a glance and could tell there was someone in the back seat and someone in the front passenger seat. A short time later I got a better look at the three young ladies in the car because the windows were now down and it was obviously done to get better look at me in my pickup and yes it was obvious they had clocked me. I found it interesting it did not bother me at all. I am what I am. Now if I can only figure out what and who I am for myself. I haven't got time for their problems.
I went to the VA today for my initial voice appointment. Erin is a nice younger woman (
Sigh everyone is younger these days) I enjoyed just chatting a bit with her but eventually let her do her job. I listened to her spiel and answered her questions, filled out 2 questionnaires, recorded my normal voice. (it has an average of 120hz), and submitted to having a thin probe snaked down my nose to video my vocal cords in action while intoning Eeeeeeeees many times. (a numb throat is a weird sensation). She said everything looked normal and healthy and that my raspy sounding voice is due to things being very tight when I speak.
Next appointment is mid October and weekly sessions will start in November and are scheduled also. Along this thought I am getting too many appointments scheduled to keep them in my head. I have the one voice and another appointment on the 25 for my sister. 3 more for electrolysis and 5 already scheduled for November and will add 3 more electrolysis appointments. Somewhere in there I will also be scheduling appointments with my therapist. We are meeting about once every two weeks. I hate to say it but with all these annoyances scheduled and to be scheduled regularly it almost seems a plan. uggggh
I am begining to feel tethered, tied down, stuck. obligated.
Speaking of therapy. I have a session scheduled for tomorrow. He will ask me how I've been since my last visit two weeks ago. Two weeks ago I told him I was having a rough time over the problems with my daughter and we talked about that. This time I'm going to tell him I want to talk about depression and ask what he can do to help me. Last time on the way out he asked if I had thought about suicide and I answered "not seriously' This time I'm not going to lie to him. I'm tired of the tears and the hurt. I know it goes far deeper than my daughter. I've been depressed a long time ago and never took care of it. I just put it aside and didn't think of it. Not directly but the pain sneaks out in various ways. It's still there and it has returned with a vengeance. I cannot put it away this time. I've tried.
I think I need help with it and I think I am ready to let someone help me.