It’s Monday my last day of group therapy, it was a 10-week group to help me cope with my illness better. If I must say so myself, I have done very well and graduating today. I’m still a little under the weather and was going to stay home, but my therapist suggested I come. So here I sit, waiting to be lead into the last day of this class. But I have mixed emotions about finishing up, will I be able to cope without the meetings. I mean I have something to look forward to on Mondays. The class helps me get out all of my feelings for the week ahead, although I feel strong I’m just a little nervous. Oh well, I have to put my big girl panties on and keep moving forward. I have come to far to fail now!