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It looks to me as though things could begin going rather more nicely for me than they have of late. Or should I say, certain things. Because I honestly couldn't ask for much more than I have in some areas of my life.
I should hopefully be moving out of my parents' house very soon now, within the month. Of course, this isn't actually as wonderful as it sounds; but it might be. You see, I have insurance for a narrow window of time. I will be setting up an appointment at a psychiatric health facility tomorrow, and if all goes well, I will begin seeing a counselor, one who has expressed confidence in her ability to procure me disability status because of my anxiety disorder. If I do get disability, it means I can have a place of my own until I'm well enough to hold down a job again. It may also mean that I could spend a couple of semesters attending school full time without needing to work. In any event, it would mean that I wouldn't have to move in with my grandparents, which is basically the plan at this point. Living with my grandparents has several advantages over living with my parents, but quite frankly, it's nothing that I'm looking forward to with much anticipation. But I'll just have to wait (fingers crossed, baited breath) and see how this goes.
IN OTHER NEWS. Yes, girls and boys, she's fallen hard for this one.
I don't know how the hell these things happen to me, but thank god that they do (this time). I couldn't have expected this in a million years, mostly because I never would have allowed myself to do so, and... looking back... I'm not sure where I'd be if it hadn't happened. I mean, strong, liberated woman, grrr, rawr, ooh baby, hear me roar. BUT. I've gotta come clean. I feel pretty weak these days. I'd won my toughness slowly, the hard way, and going without these past months has been hard going. I don't really mind relying on his strength for a minute, since it is freely given, and since I need it one way or another. At some point, I'm going to have to be able to stand on my own; that having been said, I have no problem letting him help me get to that point. I mean, wow. How many girls get to have a gorgeous, sensual, intelligent piece o' awesomeness walk them through their emotional/psychological breakdowns?
Umm. This is the part where I want to kiss and tell. I shall resist. I know no one wants to hear the gory details, but I almost can't even help myself. Let's just say, we're having a lot of fucking fun.
And that's all. I feel so much better now. :D
I should hopefully be moving out of my parents' house very soon now, within the month. Of course, this isn't actually as wonderful as it sounds; but it might be. You see, I have insurance for a narrow window of time. I will be setting up an appointment at a psychiatric health facility tomorrow, and if all goes well, I will begin seeing a counselor, one who has expressed confidence in her ability to procure me disability status because of my anxiety disorder. If I do get disability, it means I can have a place of my own until I'm well enough to hold down a job again. It may also mean that I could spend a couple of semesters attending school full time without needing to work. In any event, it would mean that I wouldn't have to move in with my grandparents, which is basically the plan at this point. Living with my grandparents has several advantages over living with my parents, but quite frankly, it's nothing that I'm looking forward to with much anticipation. But I'll just have to wait (fingers crossed, baited breath) and see how this goes.
IN OTHER NEWS. Yes, girls and boys, she's fallen hard for this one.
I don't know how the hell these things happen to me, but thank god that they do (this time). I couldn't have expected this in a million years, mostly because I never would have allowed myself to do so, and... looking back... I'm not sure where I'd be if it hadn't happened. I mean, strong, liberated woman, grrr, rawr, ooh baby, hear me roar. BUT. I've gotta come clean. I feel pretty weak these days. I'd won my toughness slowly, the hard way, and going without these past months has been hard going. I don't really mind relying on his strength for a minute, since it is freely given, and since I need it one way or another. At some point, I'm going to have to be able to stand on my own; that having been said, I have no problem letting him help me get to that point. I mean, wow. How many girls get to have a gorgeous, sensual, intelligent piece o' awesomeness walk them through their emotional/psychological breakdowns?
Umm. This is the part where I want to kiss and tell. I shall resist. I know no one wants to hear the gory details, but I almost can't even help myself. Let's just say, we're having a lot of fucking fun.
And that's all. I feel so much better now. :D