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Tuesday, May 10, 2016


Well that explains that...

Whenever I go to my therapist or med manager, I have to fill out a checklist. You know the type: "I feel sad" and you have to mark anywhere between "never" and "always." Believe it or not, your clinic actually keeps track of those. They're not just to annoy you.

Anyhow, my therapist was showing me my track. This clinic's goal is to get the line down, not up. When I first started there, my line was really high. A few months in, it lowered significantly. A few months ago, I spiked back up. Reason? That's when I started working again.

I like my job. I really do. I'm just not convinced I'm in a space to be working at the moment. I'm going to stick it out until the end of the school year, but I'm not going to look for anything more substantial right now. 

My new therapist keeps telling me that she can work with me and get me to a good space. I now leave my delicate psyche in her capable hands.


  1. Go, Rie. It's all worth it, the pain and scariness of rebuilding. In the meantime you are what you hope to become, and you already are and will always be much stronger than the "normal" person. Cheers!

  2. and much more internally beautiful, I might add, than Ms. Average.