Jun 07, 2011 12:41
My depression has been quite bad this week. My counsellor is still ill, so there isn't very much I can do about it other than take my anti-depressions - which keep making me gain weight. My calorie counters claim I should be loosing it, but yet I am gaining it. I now have stretch marks all over the place, with is really unpleasant. I'll speak with my doctor about it when I see her, but as she is on holiday it will still be some time until then.
Garry and I are house hunting and are yet again back at zero. I should be searching for properties right now actually, but I feel I need a break to not go mad. Garry is being particularly useless with the whole process, but then our entire relationship seems to be all over the place at the moment. We seem to be at the verge of braking up once every other day currently.
My bicycle should hopefully arrive next week. I was hoping it would be ready this week, but because of the bank holidays it will take an extra week.
Oh and the trip with mum to Morocco won't happen. She isn't well enough. Thus it doesn't look like there will be any holiday trip this year yet again. There's no way we'll be able to afford a proper holiday after moving. I can't wait to be able to afford my own place. No more moving for me! We've seen quite a few places that really had some potential, but needed some serious TLC to be nice. With only 12 months of assured contract though, I don't see the point in putting a lot of work into a place - let alone money.
Life is really a bit sucky at the moment.
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