Yesterday was a good day. I felt awake and energized. I wasn't anxious. It wEas the first good day I have had in a while. I was so happy to feel normal for once. The end of the day changed. I started feeling like a little girl when thinking about going back to T tomorrow. I was nervous about what he would say or think. Then one thing led to another and I had a flashback. It was bad and I didn't have any xanax to help me cope. So I called the T to help me get out of it. I didn't want to, but I did because I couldn't stay like that all night. He calmed me down and I was finally able to get some sleep.