'Tis Wednesday, aka, Therapy Day! Always puts me in a better frame of mind. But working through dissociative issues, leaves me feeling... Well... Dissociative... Kind of fuzzy in the brain...

Good luck with that.

There has been much progress! But therapy sessions where we are dealing with issues I tend to dissociate leave me feeling kind of like a scrambled egg... Part of my brain is like, Yea! Let's deal with it! Another part is, NO!! Fuzziness is the best word to describe it. But it is getting better, a lot better, so that's something

Wow. After all that, I feel kinda shitty saying that the heater's been on in my room all day so I'm laying in white lace underwear on the bed feeling fabulous, cozy and relaxed.

I feel great, I'm young, intelligent and healthy, I have a beautiful girlfriend and people who care about me. Plus weed was just legalized in Colorado! I spend 95% of my waking hours outdoors and live in one of the most beautiful places in the world. Fuck, what's not to like?

I've been nervous almost non-stop for three days. My knee hurts from all the driving I do, as does my back and neck. I feel so damn tired, too.

Mixed bag today. I'm happy about yesterday's election, but a bit down after hearing not-so-encouraging news at the doc today.

Meh.

I'm tired. I've only had like 3 to 4 hours of sleep per night the past few days.

(November 7, 2012 at 9:25 am)Faith No More Wrote: I am feeling well, because once I started slipping out of Depression's control over me, which I have struggled under for nearly fifteen years, every mood is a good one in comparison to those hellish fifteen years.

How the HELL did you manage to get out of that? TELL ME YOUR SECRETS. D8<

Not feeling good, but more physically than mentally.

Like TEGH, this past week I've been waking after only 3-4 hours sleep and being unable to return to bed. I felt fine at tonight's meeting of my atheist book club, and later managed to satisfy a craving for Pho that I'd been gnawing on for several days courtesy of a late night Vietnamese restaurant. However, when I got home I just fell into bed without preparation, because I was toast. True to form, I woke several hours later, with a sore throat feeling like it had been ripped inside out.

Much ibuprofen and a half bottle of Jagermeister later, the pain in my throat is under control, but I've developed a headache from the Jager.

This will all come out in post-production, I'm sure.