It just so happens, today is my Saturday.  I have the next two days off, so my weekend has begun.

It’s filled with all sorts of mundane tasks: Washing the laundry, grocery shopping, cleaning, etc.

I’ve had a good week this week.  I’ve worked many long days, 10-12 hour shifts, been at home for the minimal time and not exposed to one of my major triggers, I’ve slept half decently, and I’ve had a full day out hiking and reconnecting with nature this week!

It’s been a full 6 days, yes 6, without any intrusive thoughts whatsoever.  Surely this must be a record for me!

And today was also the visit-the-psychologist-day, a nice chance to try to get a grip on what is usually a deep depression by now.

She agrees that I’m finally starting to make a little progress, so today we delved deeper into some of the underlying causes of the intrusive thoughts and my horrendous depressions and mood swings… and for the first time, I’m beginning see a glimmer of hope, and if not hope exactly, perhaps understanding what is happening.

It feels good to finally see some progress after 10 months of some of the darkest days I’ve seen in 25 years.