Reality

I've almost survived my first week back at work. Monday I thought I was sure to die a slow agonizing death, complete with hair tearing and teeth gnashing. I welcomed it. Tuesday felt better. I let go of the certain death strangle hold and allowed myself to simply bang my head into the nearest wall.. every three minutes. Yesterday I lost myself for three whole hours and found myself eating a stupid amount of sushi - odd for me - while teetering on the edge of what would soon be a stunning panic attack. And today I'm playing hooky-- sipping flavored coffee at my kitchen table, holding a posture that would make Miss Manners proud, delicately ignoring the crime scene that is my living room.

So things are going better than expected.