I still catch myself feeling sad about things that don’t matter anymore.
I was in a fairly good mood all day. I got to sleep in, sat watching tv and folding laundry all morning, talked to my ex for a little while (and didn’t even get upset), went and had lunch with my mom, went to Hobby Lobby to find some quilted fabric to make my future sister-in-law a laptop bag and possibly find some stuff to keep me busy, but I didn’t find anything so went to Joann Fabrics. But I couldn’t find anything there either. I walked around the store for literally a half hour and got more and more depressed. All I wanted was something to keep me busy and my mind off things. Guess I’m not allowed to forget about things for even a little while.
I thought I was supposed to feel better after talking to my therapist. I almost feel worse about myself after talking to her today.