Tuesday Afternoon

the                                                                                                                                   My helper came, today. She was off for three days. I just put a Schwann’s Sausage Pizza in the oven. I hope it turns out well. I am baking on a baking sheet instead of on the oven rack. I went outside a few times this morning, but not this afternoon. I guess I might be in an avoidant state. I do not wish to run into the public menace. I believe she caused my brain chemicals to shift me into Bipolar depressive symptoms. The symptoms will break over the next few days, I hope. I talked to my therapist through telemedicine. She thinks I need to get out more. She feels that it would help me, and she is right. I could start going to the library. I could handle that, and perhaps converse with some people, as well.