Text is a Verb

I guess I still have that phone phobia when it comes to Counselor, which is really strange. I just can't ever seem to call when I need help.

Lucky me, texting is an option. I can manage that. Why I can text when I can't call is beyond me, but whatever. It accomplishes pretty much the same thing.

A few minutes after I sent that text to Counselor, she sent back a reply. When I read it, my response was Duh. Why can't I remember that on my own? But that reminder was apparently all I needed, cause I've been fine since then. I mean, the circumstances that caused the sadness Sunday and Thursday are still in play, and it's... sad, but I haven't had to fight off the compulsion to hide.

What I have had to fight off constantly is the jaw thing. This seems to be my new MO. I read chapter four of the book on Tuesday, and wouldn't you know it, my jaw was going crazy the entire time. I guess it's another sign that I'm doing well- I actually am aware that it's happening. I can't make it stop yet, but that'll probably come soon enough.

Something really cool happened today. I was sorta cleaning, sorta packing(!), and my phone beeped. I had just emailed sc0tlas, so I thought it might be him, but it was Counselor. Checking on me.

It kinda made me feel special. :)