Gosh. I'm not doing a good job proving I'm not Moirean. Even I'm having doubts that I'm not her.
Funny how things happen. I was just talking to my psychologist on Thursday about two of my close friends that I never talk to, then today I hear from both of them.
Not going home for Christmas. I keep calling it the god-forsaken north as a joke, but that's really what it feels like. I've been here for several months now and I still don't know anyone. Justin hates the people he works with. I've developed such a strong social-phobia that I have to be drug out of the house. I'm trying, I really am. And I know Justin's the only one that believes that. It's pretty easy to judge me when you don't see me every day. It's easy to say I'm letting myself wallow in this when you don't see how hard I'm fighting it. That's fine. Whatever.
Going to drive down to Thelma's for Christmas Eve and spend the night there, then go to Justin's parents for Christmas day.
Going to the psychologist is seeming pointless. I don't know how much longer I'll keep going. Trying to give it a chance but if I wanted to just talk to someone, I talk to Justin. She's not providing me any real feedback. I have my psychiatrist appointment on the 27th. Hoping he'll do something.
I went off of my Wellbutrin. This isn't a rage thing. It's the only thing I can think of that's changed since I got these hives, so I'm trying to see if it's the reason. Figured by my appointment I'd know. If it is, and he thinks I should be on it, I think he can specify that I need the brand name and maybe I won't react to it. Being off of it suddenly is kind of difficult, but at least it's not the Lamictil. I'm not able to survive without it.
Not going home for Christmas. I keep calling it the god-forsaken north as a joke, but that's really what it feels like. I've been here for several months now and I still don't know anyone. Justin hates the people he works with. I've developed such a strong social-phobia that I have to be drug out of the house. I'm trying, I really am. And I know Justin's the only one that believes that. It's pretty easy to judge me when you don't see me every day. It's easy to say I'm letting myself wallow in this when you don't see how hard I'm fighting it. That's fine. Whatever.
Going to drive down to Thelma's for Christmas Eve and spend the night there, then go to Justin's parents for Christmas day.
Going to the psychologist is seeming pointless. I don't know how much longer I'll keep going. Trying to give it a chance but if I wanted to just talk to someone, I talk to Justin. She's not providing me any real feedback. I have my psychiatrist appointment on the 27th. Hoping he'll do something.
I went off of my Wellbutrin. This isn't a rage thing. It's the only thing I can think of that's changed since I got these hives, so I'm trying to see if it's the reason. Figured by my appointment I'd know. If it is, and he thinks I should be on it, I think he can specify that I need the brand name and maybe I won't react to it. Being off of it suddenly is kind of difficult, but at least it's not the Lamictil. I'm not able to survive without it.