The head space is learning to let go a bit of the worries about hubby's case.

The music is soothing and the sun is peeking in my garden at the back. I am at the big kitchen window.

I have very very little support nowadays and my counselor is useless: he has not gotten back to me in 8 days.

I just updated him again this morning by sending an email.

Life stress level has heigthened a notch. I so hope pills work for hubby. But he needs therapy as well. He does not do any of the grounding technics I tell him to do: breathing counts, breathing mindfulness, sensory perceptions description, writing, sitting in a chair straight and anchoring his feet on the ground etc.