Luckily, I had a counseling session scheduled last night. Of course, it was very helpful. Discussions of my past week, the fact that I was extremely drunk both Tuesday and Friday nights and my silly actions resulting from poor judgment and, ultimately, the panic attacks, did nothing but lead me right on to Depression Drive; a narrow, low-maintenance, dangerous, curvy, pot-hole-filled, lane winding down a big ol mountain. Yesterday, I was driving at mock speed, and it was storming, and my windshield wipers were broke. Jan helped slow me down and veer me off on a safer, more maintained road and the storm has yielded to a mild rain. Luckily, she also helped fixed the wipers. I'm driving slower now, able to see the path before me. It's still kinda dark and grey, but I'm calm and even kinda relaxed. I'll just keep driving, stopping here and there for gas, new headlights, wiper fluid, etc. Heck, maybe I'll even check into a nice hotel here and there. But I'll look forward to the trip and try to be prepared for any mishaps along the way. You know what? That's all I can do.