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Well, I have a computer at home again. And holy crap, it’s been four years since I last wrote. Needless to say, a lot has happened, and I don’t even know where to begin, haha.
I am still working at the same counseling agency part-time, but I’ve somehow actually managed to get to a point where I’m making a decent amount of money monthly, taking into account that I haven’t done a single thing to fundraise. My boss, for some reason, really likes me, and has found a way to give me at least a base salary of $1300 no matter what, but I usually end up bringing home around $1600-1700 with other donations. Plus, sometimes I get random big donations, and my boss started giving bonuses last year. So, I've made like $25,000 the past two years before taxes. Of course, I'm an independent contractor, so taxes suck a lot. Still given the fact that I only see around 10-12 clients per week and have the most stress-free work environment ever, it’s not too bad. I technically have 15 slots open per week, but I don't think they've ever actually all been filled. I guess next week will be close provided everyone comes. I am also getting really close to being able to apply for full licensure, not that I have even remotely decided what exactly I am going to do after that.
Mike and I bought a house… almost two years ago. It’s a long, completely unbelievably insane story how it came to be, but I am thankful for it every day. Our apartment turned out to be the apartment from hell. We lived with bedbugs for at least two years and had to get rid of so much of our stuff when we finally did get out of there. Not to mention the constant fog of neighbors’ cigarette/pot smoke seeping into our apartment. Oh yeah, and there was the dude that got stabbed by his roommate right outside our door step, but at least that was somewhat entertaining (dude was fine, btw). Needless to say, that place was gross, and I am so glad to have an honest to God home of our own.
Mike has been working in apartment maintenance/appliance repair for I don’t even know, like maybe 3.5 years now? There have been ups and downs, and at times it has been stressful as hell. But I think he has found his knitch finally.
I still have my anxiety and assorted mental issues. I’ve pretty much resigned myself to the reality that this will probably never change. Some days are better than others; some times I’m at peace with this reality and some days I’m pissed the fuck off and just want a normal brain. But the reality is that I never really had a chance at a “normal” brain, and all things considered, I’m doing okay with the cards that I was delt.
I’ve missed having this outlet. It actually felt cathartic to write even though it was a sad attempt to sum up the past four years. I should probably get ready for supervision, though. I work M-W-F, and Tuesdays and Thursdays are my work from home catching up on notes/doing trainings/occasional telehealth, but mostly housework and taking time to recharge days.
I am still working at the same counseling agency part-time, but I’ve somehow actually managed to get to a point where I’m making a decent amount of money monthly, taking into account that I haven’t done a single thing to fundraise. My boss, for some reason, really likes me, and has found a way to give me at least a base salary of $1300 no matter what, but I usually end up bringing home around $1600-1700 with other donations. Plus, sometimes I get random big donations, and my boss started giving bonuses last year. So, I've made like $25,000 the past two years before taxes. Of course, I'm an independent contractor, so taxes suck a lot. Still given the fact that I only see around 10-12 clients per week and have the most stress-free work environment ever, it’s not too bad. I technically have 15 slots open per week, but I don't think they've ever actually all been filled. I guess next week will be close provided everyone comes. I am also getting really close to being able to apply for full licensure, not that I have even remotely decided what exactly I am going to do after that.
Mike and I bought a house… almost two years ago. It’s a long, completely unbelievably insane story how it came to be, but I am thankful for it every day. Our apartment turned out to be the apartment from hell. We lived with bedbugs for at least two years and had to get rid of so much of our stuff when we finally did get out of there. Not to mention the constant fog of neighbors’ cigarette/pot smoke seeping into our apartment. Oh yeah, and there was the dude that got stabbed by his roommate right outside our door step, but at least that was somewhat entertaining (dude was fine, btw). Needless to say, that place was gross, and I am so glad to have an honest to God home of our own.
Mike has been working in apartment maintenance/appliance repair for I don’t even know, like maybe 3.5 years now? There have been ups and downs, and at times it has been stressful as hell. But I think he has found his knitch finally.
I still have my anxiety and assorted mental issues. I’ve pretty much resigned myself to the reality that this will probably never change. Some days are better than others; some times I’m at peace with this reality and some days I’m pissed the fuck off and just want a normal brain. But the reality is that I never really had a chance at a “normal” brain, and all things considered, I’m doing okay with the cards that I was delt.
I’ve missed having this outlet. It actually felt cathartic to write even though it was a sad attempt to sum up the past four years. I should probably get ready for supervision, though. I work M-W-F, and Tuesdays and Thursdays are my work from home catching up on notes/doing trainings/occasional telehealth, but mostly housework and taking time to recharge days.