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Better day, but still not great. Talked to mom about the good ol' black pit of despair. She wants me to "talk to someone." Probably a good idea but I think health services is closed by the time I get out of class most days, except Friday. So I could do Friday, but I don't think insurance covers therapy/counseling and I know that'll change her stance.
Part of me wishes I could just pop a pill and skip the talking part, but I really dislike the idea of needing meds to be happy. I realize this is stupid, that it's a chemical imbalance and not my fault, etc but I just...I want to be strong enough to do it on my own. But I obviously cannot, so I should suck it up and go to counseling and see about medication. Mom doesn't want me on meds though.
I wonder how an antidepressant would mix with my Adderall. Could my poor broken brain handle all that bullshit?
Everyone needs to watch the IU vs Wisconsin basketball game tomorrow night and look for the pink rabbit and Abraham Lincoln. Those would be my best friends. I don't know if I should be proud or ashamed or scared. (jk-love you, Mel)
Part of me wishes I could just pop a pill and skip the talking part, but I really dislike the idea of needing meds to be happy. I realize this is stupid, that it's a chemical imbalance and not my fault, etc but I just...I want to be strong enough to do it on my own. But I obviously cannot, so I should suck it up and go to counseling and see about medication. Mom doesn't want me on meds though.
I wonder how an antidepressant would mix with my Adderall. Could my poor broken brain handle all that bullshit?
Everyone needs to watch the IU vs Wisconsin basketball game tomorrow night and look for the pink rabbit and Abraham Lincoln. Those would be my best friends. I don't know if I should be proud or ashamed or scared. (jk-love you, Mel)