All puffed up

I've had a terrible day.  Suffice to say that there's going to be another change in my therapy.  My new therapist is leaving for another company, just like the last one did.  I had to decide if I was going to follow her but I still hardly know her.  We've only had 4 sessions together.  So it was a complete melt down day for me. I managed to get out before our session and grab a bite to eat at yesterday's place and snag a photo.  Then disaster hit.  She said that I was catastrophizing the situation, which is part of the bipolar disorder.  Can't help it.  It's how my brain works.
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I grilled a chicken for two hours...
It still wouldn't tell me why it crossed the road.


Some jokes have to be read twice  :-)