My One-Eighty

It's been a bit since I have posted again. Things are in that swingy state where they are either going great and I'm not thinking of writing, or I'm struggling hard and can't motivate myself to write. But today, I am here at the library, in my reserved room I use for my zoom support group. Once again, it has been cancelled. Group starts at 5, so I take a half hour lunch and leave work early to be on time. An email was sent out at 4:56. The facilitator is feeling under the weather. Odds are, they have been feeling under the weather all day. Four minutes notice is unacceptable. This is the third one she has cancelled our missed in five weeks. Obvioiusly it's not as important to her as it has been to me. I love some of the people I have met through the group, but I may have to just quit going. So, I decided to spend my time looking for therapists again. I have emailed three more that are trauma focused. It is a failing of the system that finding a therapist is such a