today i went to a funeral and burial all in the same day… i didnt take my seroquel last night so i was feeling all
i have to say… i saw my therapist last thursday and i was in a total daze… i’m not even sure that i remember what
I’m reading a book called the book thief and it takes place during nazi germany and early WW2… so just out of curiousity i have
i went to therapy this week and my therapist printed out some CBT worksheets for me to look at and work on if i want..
so hubby went out on wednesday and he said that he was coming home around 6.. it was already 9pm and he was still out…
so last week hubby went out for drinks and he got home drunk… he hasnt done that in a while… and it really didnt bother