I had my first DBT group meeting yesterday (skills lessons and stuff). It was weird ( Read more... )

Weird. Last night I had a dream I was a slave and had to get new papers to be rescued (I had dark skin, and apparently some people with dark skin were okay, some weren't. It depended on your papers ( Read more... )

 I'm going to be better at posting in LiveJournal.

And I'm going to cope better with my anxiety/depression.

And it would be great if I would stop having these fucking nightmares.

Last night's were horrible. 

Life is good. I have an interview today. I'm partly nervous, partly incredibly comfortable, if that makes sense?

In my dreams last night I made out with several men. It was interesting.

Happy Earth Day, everybody!

Happy Birthday,
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I need a backrub ( Read more... )

I hate dreaming.

Yesterday in my class we watched the film "The Quiet Man." It's from the early fifties, and it was interesting to see the portrayal of women.  In that time (in the US as well as Ireland), it was perfectly acceptable to beat and drag your wife and be forceful with her ( Read more... )

I miss my mom a lot ( Read more... )

I have a counseling appointment at ten ( Read more... )

My dreams were not fucking fun last night...