I know I have said it before, but I might as well say it again. I don't write when I am doing well. And for the most part I have been doing well. Of course anyone with a chronic mental illness knows there are always set backs. Maybe they become more  infrequent but there are the triggers. Ah, yes. There are always the triggers. One of my triggers, which if I ever write a graphic novel about my life will be an arch nemesis is anything to do with Taxes. I see anything tax related,  even if its good news,   I want to curl up in the fetal position and weep like a lost child. Is there reason for it? I would say so after two audits by the IRS. And I will tell you some truths. They are horrifying when you get them. They are also some of the nicest people I have ever dealt with in my life. I would rather call the IRS than call the cable company. Of course if you have read anything else by me you would know that I hate phones. But maybe because of when the audits happened, during my divorce and the worst part of my depression, or maybe because they are red flags in my face about my failures in life, anything to do with taxes and the letters I, R, and S (probably not even in that order) are pure stress for me. Hence me opening up this page again and getting my fingers typing again. I could just journal but where is the "fun in that."

No resolution to share. I got a letter from he state this time... Panic is back. Will start questioning my meds again but will try the coping skills first... and call my therapist. ring ring... time to talk.