From the first time I pressed my lips against yours..
Ok, so, Geocaching.. A set of co-ordinates, a handful of clues, a hand held GPS, and the search for a little box full of trinkets and a log book. Take something, leave something & write in the log book. Come on. Someone has to want to do this with me! It will be fun!
Yeah. I am a big fucking dork, I know.
Work is just.. fucking insane. So busy. I am working Christmas day. I am working always. If you're wondering where I am, I'm at work. That being said, I just has a long 'weekend' - three days off - and it was pure bliss. I am thinking of using some of my annual leave and taking a week off towards the end of January.. I need a break.
Otherwise, life is okay - confusing and busy and stressful, but getting better. I am now officially off my anti-depressants, for the first time in.. 4 years? It is both scary and glorious. It is a lot harder to sleep (and it takes me a lot more to get drunk), my appetite is bizarre and I'd forgotten how strongly I feel my emotions when I am not drug-numb, but a lot of therapy has taught me how to deal with my life. For the first time in a long time I am not obsessing about anything or anyone, save the occasional moment of work-panic, and I am slowly finding a balance in how long I need to be alone versus how often I need company, although I may have overdone it with the people this week - but that is just the paranoia piping up, and I am (relatively) certain my friends would say something if they were sick of my hanging about for no reason.
I am learning.
Yeah. I am a big fucking dork, I know.
Work is just.. fucking insane. So busy. I am working Christmas day. I am working always. If you're wondering where I am, I'm at work. That being said, I just has a long 'weekend' - three days off - and it was pure bliss. I am thinking of using some of my annual leave and taking a week off towards the end of January.. I need a break.
Otherwise, life is okay - confusing and busy and stressful, but getting better. I am now officially off my anti-depressants, for the first time in.. 4 years? It is both scary and glorious. It is a lot harder to sleep (and it takes me a lot more to get drunk), my appetite is bizarre and I'd forgotten how strongly I feel my emotions when I am not drug-numb, but a lot of therapy has taught me how to deal with my life. For the first time in a long time I am not obsessing about anything or anyone, save the occasional moment of work-panic, and I am slowly finding a balance in how long I need to be alone versus how often I need company, although I may have overdone it with the people this week - but that is just the paranoia piping up, and I am (relatively) certain my friends would say something if they were sick of my hanging about for no reason.
I am learning.