I slept very well on Friday night, and slept pretty well last night, so I’m pretty confident that Thursday night was just a blip.
What’s getting me right now, though, is my difficulty leaving the house. I don’t understand where it came from. I’ve always been a little awkward about going out, and for years before I started therapy I would sometimes circle the block two or three times on the way to work to make sure the garage door was closed. But there’s been nothing of this magnitude before, though.
It’s got me worried and a little down about it. Dr W has said that with mental illness, when one thing clears up another thing will often try to take its place, but I was not expecting what happened on Thursday. I’m afraid to go out now, and there’s stuff I need to do.
I think I’m going to call Dr P on Monday and see if he has any suggestions. Getting to my next appointment will be difficult.
I think I’m more comfortable when J is around. When she’s not home, I worry about whether things are locked, off, in the right place, not burning, etc. When she is home, I feel more relaxed about everything, and knowing that she’s locked the doors and checked everything makes me feel better.
I have no idea why this happened, and I really hope it’s very temporary.