Flat

That's how I feel right now.

I'm very angry at myself for not being stronger last night. I allowed him to manipulate me once again. I allowed him to move the fault around and place it entirely on me. So now, I'm sitting here, beating myself up over it.

I left a message for the therapist telling her I wanted to make an appointment for myself and for us both.

I can't live like this. I don't think it's the medicine. Because I keep coming around to this: that I'm not truly happy.

As I raise a glass to my new life (and wherever the winds may take me), please help me gain the strength to do this. I know I've got it, just have to find it.