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mountain_laurelnaturally, the second i stopped moving -- and believe me, i wouldn't have if i had an option -- everything crashed down on me again and now i'm still in bed at 2:45 in the afternoon, have done no work, and am spending my time alternately playing angband and crying. yes, i have a psychiatrist appointment for tuesday. obviously the medication needs adjustment.
but i'm still pretty fucking torn up about the events of last week, and the group therapy situation is not helping any. i'm miserable, i'm exhausted, i'm in pain, i miss my friends, and apparently my not being prepared to make a dramatic faux-suicide attempt to get attention means i'm going to have to leave the therapy group. i guess that, as is usual in my life, someone else appears to need help more than i do (and i will stress that "appears to" because i'm feeling EXTRA WHINY), so i will just have to soldier on by myself. again.
sometimes, i get so fucking sick of being the strong one. i'm really pretty damn sick of hearing about how strong i am. even diamonds will crack under enough pressure, and i am far, far from being a precious jewel.
but i'm still pretty fucking torn up about the events of last week, and the group therapy situation is not helping any. i'm miserable, i'm exhausted, i'm in pain, i miss my friends, and apparently my not being prepared to make a dramatic faux-suicide attempt to get attention means i'm going to have to leave the therapy group. i guess that, as is usual in my life, someone else appears to need help more than i do (and i will stress that "appears to" because i'm feeling EXTRA WHINY), so i will just have to soldier on by myself. again.
sometimes, i get so fucking sick of being the strong one. i'm really pretty damn sick of hearing about how strong i am. even diamonds will crack under enough pressure, and i am far, far from being a precious jewel.
