Bipolar Chica's

My life is nothing but boxes. I'm despaired that we will never finish in time. I fill a box up only to see something else to pack. I packed almost all the crystal and china today. I still have the silver and cookbooks to pack. We have less than two weeks before we move. How will I find time for work?

Why am I in panic mode all of a sudden?! I can't wait till this fucking move is over. It's been a long time coming. I wonder if each day will be a painful step or a breeze. So far this day has gone on forever. I hope the rest of the days won't follow in it's footsteps. *sigh*

On the mental front, I seem to be doing okay. A little anxious, but I'm not falling apart yet. Today's my last time to see my therapist. I'm a little sad. Thank god for Prozac.