Late to bed, late to rise

Today I woke up around 6am when I heard my husband getting ready for work. I was in an unusually good mood, especially for how early it was. I remember thinking "wow, I can't remember the last time I woke up feeling so happy." My positive energy actually kept me awake until about 7-730. I should have gotten out of bed but, true to form, I went back to sleep and didn't wake up until 12pm. I woke up feeling tired, as usual. I didn't feel like doing much of anything but I eventually made my way downstairs and ate lunch. Then I slowly made my way to the basement to check my email and the usual job sites. I didn't find anything, and I was kinda bummed that I didn't get any calls from any prospective employers today (okay, really bummed). The one company I interviewed with a few weeks ago is supposed to get back in touch with me this week, but they did say later in the week so that might mean Thursday or Friday. I just hate this waiting game. This whole job search is SO painfully similar to dating- I feel like I'm waiting by the phone for the guy to call. I don't like that feeling and I thought I wouldn't have to feel it again since I'm married. Tonight I had a therapy appt and that went well- I explained that I plan to stay on Lexapro until I get everything straightened out with my jaw pain/TMJ and my Therapist seemed to agree with that approach. Finding a good Therapist is a lot like dating too- you have to go on a whole bunch of bad therapy 'dates' before you find the right person. I remember one woman I went to who literally had OCD about OCD. Like, she was OCD about the fact that EVERYONE has OCD, and she kept trying to convince me that I have it. Sure, I may have SMALL touches that really don't affect my life in any big negative way, but that's about it. I also saw a guy who talked to me for 10 mins then threw Prozac in my face. He was so cold and methodical, opposite of my personality. I was thinking "Dude- I have anxiety. This means I'm scared of medicine- and I don't even like you, so I'm sure as hell not going to take your advice when you've only talked to me for 10 minutes." It scares me to think about that though because there may be people out there going to doctors like him and just taking the medicine because they feel lost. My Doctor was the first one who talked to me and seemed interested in trying to figure out what was really wrong, and also took time to explain medicine to me in detail before prescribing it. Without that, I would have never taken it. I have been on medicine longer than I would have liked to be, but I still have hope that one day I will feel as though I can get off of it and be happy. I'm working towards that every day with lots of prayer. Also figuring out this TMJ thing is crucial.