I am being referred back to therapy and I am pretty determined to stop skipping appointments and working really hard this time round.
It’s the 5th (or is it 6th?) one I am seeing. Okay, I think it is the 5th.
Train and bus rides are really important to me because that’s the only way I get some sleep. So I guess I don’t really hate taking an hour an 40 mins to get to school.
I am so tired I shiver in class and I really don’t know what to do.
I don’t know if my refusal to take the medications are causing all those problems I am facing. But I really don’t want to still be depending on those meds to make me feel better. And it isn’t as simple as not wanting to swallow those pills, but I can’t. Unless someone force them down my throat, I will not take them.
But I truly believe all is going to be okay.
It just may take a while.
And so I turned 21 on 28th July.
Work ended, school started. Treatment ongoing.
“In the end, it’s not the changes that will break your heart, it’s that tug of familiarity.”
― Jennifer E. Smith, The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight
It is crazy how July just flew past.
And I turned 20.
Just like that.
1 free from outside control; not subject to another’s authority
2 not depending on another for livelihood or subsistence
3 capable of thinking or acting for oneself
4 not connected with another or with each other; separate
I can’t believe it’s June, can you?
I just finished watching Awake (it only has 13 episodes) and I loved it! 😀
I was a kid who would have tears filled up in her eyes during classes because I thought I couldn’t see my parents for the rest of the day. And I got through the day feeling so scared even though nothing bad could possibly happen.
Now, I won’t even get to see her after school, the next day, next week.
I won’t ever, for the rest of my life.
Anyway, today’s the 100th day since my mom passed on. Yup.