Apr 19, 2007 17:14
I'm not sure whether to ignore my birthday or not. There's six days until I'm twenty, which is quite weird for a number of reasons. Yeah, there's that old thing about "I always thought I'd be much better by twenty" but I suppose I've been thinking that every year since my 16th birthday. I wonder what healthy people make of birthdays? I deffinetly don't want to go on carrying the M.E. into my twenties though.
Linda, the therapist, lent me a CD to move around to in my room. I feel really self concious when I do it, but I feel kind of nice too. It gives my mind a rest. I've always wanted to be good at dancing so Linda suggested this as a way to "get back into your body" and practice moving. I even had a look on Amazon to see what dance DVDs I could rent out to watch, but they're all taken at the moment. Good old You Tube.
Hmm. I'm not sure what I'll do for my birthday... maybe I could go somewhere. Actually, I'm trying not to freak myself out about it. There's so much I could be doing and I don't want to miss my life; I only get to live this life once and I want to do all the things I want to do! I wish Joel was here, he always says exactly the right things. I had a dream about him again last night, only this one was really vivid and left me wondering if he'd been there with me for real.
Life is odd and I made a collage for the first time in ages yesterday.