Here I am, making a real post. Now that I'm working in Metropolis again, I've been going back to my therapist, who thinks that if I'm going to have this journal I ought to put it to good use. Various memes and surveys aren't particularly useful, it seems. So. That's why I'm trying this out. That, and because my mun promised her roommate she'd stay ( Read more... )

My psychiatrist just wrote me a prescription for Zoloft.

I never thought it would come to this. I don't know if I should do it.

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I’ll admit it. I have a habit of putting myself down. It’s not something I enjoy, believe me, and I’m not fishing for compliments. It’s like…the way English teachers don’t understand math teachers, the way Democrats don’t understand Republicans, the way conservative parents don’t understand their bohemian children. That’s the way I feel about ( Read more... )

* Well, Clark and Eirene are getting married, if you haven't heard. Yes, it seems just moments ago, I was chasing him around the yard and forcing him to take a nap. (Or was that just moments ago?) But it seems that despite my best efforts, children do grow up and so too has mine. Though this is probably the first and the last time I'll admit that ( Read more... )

Here we have an excerpt from Martha's most recent therapy session. Those of you who are wondering, this is a pretty good insight into what's going on right now, how she's progressing, and how she's feeling. It should be well noted that everything included herein are Martha's views not her mun's. If your muse has been tagged below, it means he or ( Read more... )

Finally getting therapy. His name is Dr. Griffin, I'm seeing him three times a week (yes, three) in Metropolis during my lunch hour.

I am going to fix myself. When the election's over come November, I'll go back to laundry and muffins. Soon I won't be crazy anymore and my mun will get a hold of herself, we're both losing it. It's going to be okay