Quarter-century day
I turned 25 on Saturday. It was a nice day, my family was all there, and I had fun. As usual, I still can't believe I'm x-years old.
I sometimes like to take this time to take stock of what has happened and what I've done. This usually occurs on New Year's rather than my birthday, but I'm doing it now because there's really not much to take stock of.
I pretty much lived this past year as an invalid. I'm not sure whether I should be angry about this or just accept it as one of those things that happens in life. I suppose in the end, as long as I get better, it won't bother me excessively that most of my early 20's were spent in illness, because life will go on and I'll be moving in exciting and promising directions. I'll probably still be "young" depending on how you define that adjective. I won't feel like life is passing me by.
The one bright spot amid this dull, nauseating dead space known as the past year was that I did meet a really nice fellow who gives me a wonderful refuge from what would otherwise be a hopelessly uncomfortable situation living with my mother.
I've recently been showing some modest improvements. Instead of waking up at 3pm, I've been waking up closer to 9 or 10am. I'm a little more energetic and I get more stuff done in a typical day. I'm far from recovered but these things make life a little better. I'm also hopeful because I've recently started going to a doctor who seems very committed to figuring out my problem. If that goes well, you will definitely hear about it.
In the meantime, hopefully you're all doing well. I'll try to udate again soon.
I sometimes like to take this time to take stock of what has happened and what I've done. This usually occurs on New Year's rather than my birthday, but I'm doing it now because there's really not much to take stock of.
I pretty much lived this past year as an invalid. I'm not sure whether I should be angry about this or just accept it as one of those things that happens in life. I suppose in the end, as long as I get better, it won't bother me excessively that most of my early 20's were spent in illness, because life will go on and I'll be moving in exciting and promising directions. I'll probably still be "young" depending on how you define that adjective. I won't feel like life is passing me by.
The one bright spot amid this dull, nauseating dead space known as the past year was that I did meet a really nice fellow who gives me a wonderful refuge from what would otherwise be a hopelessly uncomfortable situation living with my mother.
I've recently been showing some modest improvements. Instead of waking up at 3pm, I've been waking up closer to 9 or 10am. I'm a little more energetic and I get more stuff done in a typical day. I'm far from recovered but these things make life a little better. I'm also hopeful because I've recently started going to a doctor who seems very committed to figuring out my problem. If that goes well, you will definitely hear about it.
In the meantime, hopefully you're all doing well. I'll try to udate again soon.