Escalating Anxiety.

I went to see my psychiatrist today. My mother cam along because we were going to Target after. She ended up sitting in on my session. It was funny she had much more to talk about than I did. I think it was a good thing. She has a lot of issues to get through.

I found it funny how interested my Doctor was in her. She complimented my mother on how much better she looked. I enjoyed the session. I hope my mother got something out of it.

I am sure my next session will be all about her.

After that we went to Target. It was long and boring. I enjoyed it. Until the end. While going down an escalator my mother slipped. She almost fell down the escalator. She was wearing the wrong glasses.

I was terrified. I heard her call my name and the image of her broken body flashed into my mind. Luckily she only stumbled a bit. It could have been so much worse.

The funny thing is she had to back up to return something. I told her to take the elevator. She did not. It was as if she just flat out told me to go fuck myself. It was like "Fuck You I got This." I made her promise me that she would stay away from the escalators.

I have little hope she will keep this promise.

Tomorrow is Friday. That means Fat Friday. Look forward to it.