Dec 13, 2008 02:07
well, that last post ended up being just a little more contentious than expected . . .
Everything is fine now. Or at least, as fine as the people involved in this situation are going to be. The other day I quietly - as a matter of fact, completely wordlessly - celebrated a rather strange anniversary. I also discovered that the book How I Stayed Alive While My Brain Was Trying to Kill Me was, apparently, a good choice. I recommend it to anyone involved in dealing with suicide - considering it, fighting it or helping someone to avoid it.
Incidentally, I also discovered that Muddy Waters on Belmont has a pretty cool open mic night and makes good chocolate cake.
Also of interest is that I have decided to seek counseling. As I may have noted in the past, I don't cope with stress well. As it turns out, my employment at the MAC grants me six free face-to-face sessions with a therapist, whom I may choose from a rather extensive list. I'm really, really looking forward to this. I'm not totally sure exactly what I'm going to say, but still, I'm really looking forward to it.
I have forgotten for so long that this journal is here. My usual Year-in-review is coming up soon and I'm going to have very few entries through which to peruse. It's a little sad. Fear has crept it's way into my lifestyle and I believe that I have been afraid to write here. It may then be a good place to begin reversing apprehension's march and ridding myself of this unsettling sense of fragility.