(February 2, 2016 at 11:09 pm)The_Empress Wrote: Hi guys. I'm back, although I'm lurking a lot. Just a little rundown:
As a lot of you know, I've been going through the worst depressive episode of my life, to the point where I had decided to hospitalize myself. My sister talked me into filling the SNRI prescription I had been given and made an appointment with my psych instead. I should have been on meds this whole time, to be honest, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it until a couple of weeks ago. I'm glad I did; I'll never let my mental health get away from me like that again, I can say that almost for sure. Things aren't perfect, but I'm feeling much better... I even got dumped last week, and it only bothered me for an hour or two.
Aaaaand...
I got a job! Like, a really amazing one! It's for a not-for-profit working with developmentally disabled adults teaching them how to make things they can sell. Five interviews, a session with the people I'll be working with, and tons of paperwork later, they offered me the job. Now, I have to get a TB test, a drug test, fingerprinted, a background check, and my class B driver's license (well, permit to start), and as long as all of that goes well, I'll start work a week from Monday. It pays pretty well, and I'll have full benefits after three months! I've figured out the bus route too, and it's really easy- only about 45 minutes' commute each way. I'm nervous and anxious (the new meds have been giving me anxiety in spades), but I thrive on challenges most of the time, so I'm looking forward to it.
I just want to thank you guys for your support in my crazy time. You are amazing and beautiful people.
Oh fuck. That must be bad because I know your case is especially gnarly. Well the good news is things are looking up. Hopefully the new job pans out, though I recommend a good dose of skepticism.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.