One Week Later

A week ago yesterday I went to the doctor. In the last week, things have changed.

Incidences of fighting tears at work have dropped to pretty much nil. Panicked scurrying has decreased as well, along with the inevitable mistakes made while scurrying, which resulted in more panic and more scurrying. Feelings of impending doom have mostly decided to go play in someone else’s yard. (Sorry, someone else.) The doom still tries to come back sometimes, but I’m able to breathe and remind myself it’s...