Saturday, June 20, 2015
It's been a few years since I've posted here. I've been away. Locked in the nuthouse, so to speak. After my last post, I had a meltdown and the men in the white coats took me away.
I was at Starbucks and had a panic attack trying to figure out whether to get a hazelnut upside down soy macchiato or a creme de menthe skinny latte. I dropped to the floor and crawled to a corner, assuming the catatonic position. Someone called 911 and the next thing I knew I was lying in a hospital with an IV stuck in my arm.
I've been out for a few weeks now and am realizing that, perhaps I am crazy, as everyone says. Dr. Channing has not given up on me. She has the gift of perseverance. My therapy at this point consists in finding out why I am crazy. Dr Channing does not like that word. For her, crazy describes what happens on reality TV.
Dr. Channing says that writing down my thoughts will help. So here goes nothing.