A question that sometimes drives me hazy:

Am I or are the others crazy? - Albert Einstein

Due to the stress I've been under lately, I've decided to get back into therapy. It took a month for me to actually make the appointment. Rationally, I know I need it, but emotionally I'm afraid. I didn't really commit to my last bout; this time, I'm going to dedicate myself to the process. I've got a lot of issues to work through, so it's about time I get started.

My next step in the process is to get my lazy ass back in the gym. I haven't exploded out of my pants... yet. I'm not really concerned with how I look, but I'm sure my lack of activity has a lot to do with how I feel. And it probably has a lot to do with my inability to get a good night's sleep.

Step three is cutting back on the alcohol. My new therapist pointed out the obvious- I'm depressed; alcohol is a depressant; therefore, consuming alcohol does not help the situation. I've been using alcohol to help numb the pain, but it stopped working a long time ago. I drank way too much Saturday (have an excuse- I was "celebrating") but haven't had a drink since then.

I can't exactly call them baby steps because they're kind of major, but one step at a time until I get my head on straight.