I’m descending the stairs at Fenway Health on Boylston Street; I don’t remember which floor.
I’ll scurry straight across the street from my CBT session to the office, still unbearably anxious about the hour away from my desk, despite never taking lunch breaks anyway and despite the fact that Fenway Health is a literal five minute walk from my current startup’s downtown space (and despite the fact that a mental health appointment is perfectly normal and acceptable within my workplace’s culture.)
I add another few notes to my CBT Google Doc, in the Negative Thoughts column: