All morning I felt kind of sleepy and drugged- not a good feeling. But then in the afternoon I started feeling really anxious and irritable. But the last thing I was going to do was take klonopin the way I was feeling. So I just dealt with it, but I didn't like it.
I didn't want to go to yoga. I tried not to think about it- because when I thought about it, it just seemed like it was going to be too hard. And I kept thinking it would be all the harder because I hadn't been there in a while. So I just tried not to think about it.
I did go, and it was a good class. Not anywhere as hard as I had imagined- this is one case in which my thoughts were worse than reality. Although it could have been a tougher class, some times it is. It just wasn't today. It was good to be there, and I am glad that I went.
Tomorrow I see my therapist for the first time in like a month- between the holidays and me cancelling due to being too depressed to go. I wonder what I will talk about.