Living. Laughing. Loving.

The psychologist came in to talks to me late yesterday. He asked a lot of questions. I cried through the whole thing. I explained that I am a cryer. I cry at every sad, happy, important, serious thing that happens. Does that mean I'm depressed, does that mean I'm anxious, I don't know, neither did he. He said that I had some symptoms of each. But since he didn't start seeing me at the beginning of my treatment, he didn't feel that he could change any of my meds at this time.

Slept good last night. Except for the interuptions. Always 2 or 3.

Loving you all!
Lori