So I talked to my therapist about my anxiety attack. It seems to go back to me feeling so awful about my year off from writing. I am still angry about it and had in the back of my mind that if that hadn’t happened, maybe I would be more successful in my writing then I have been. How unreasonable it all felt at the time. And how lately Bob seems to be making decisions for me and not listening to my opinions on things–just like he did then.
All of this hurts a great deal to think about. I don’t know what to do with all the anger. I just sat and cried in her office talking about it. The whole issue is very frustrating and angry-making. But it was really such a weight lifted off me to see her and talk about it. I felt much better once I got home.