how odd

I had a therapy appointment this morning. I thought I'd actually made it on time, for a change, but I'd confused the time I needed to be there with the time I needed to leave my apartment, so I was 15 minutes late. That wasn't a great start, and I didn't feel any better or less paralysed than usual. But, then I eventually answered her first question (in a mumbled sentence fragment, but still...). And then I kept slowly and quietly mumbling answers to her questions. The answers weren't enough to actually let her understand anything she was asking about, but at least I kind of said something. I got really uncomfortable when she started saying what a pleasure it was to have me actually attempt to communicate, though.
I have no idea why I managed to answer some questions today. She thought it was because I hadn't seen her in a month, so I'm not seeing her again for another month. I'm not convinced. Maybe it's the celexa. Or maybe it's the haircut.