Coming up on the end of May and I can't even remember when I last posted. I kind of suck at this.
The semester is over. I ended up withdrawing late. I went into a depressive funk back in February and it just seemed like I couldn't get out. It got so bad that I couldn't go a day without crying. I went into a SI relapse and started burning again. I was taking muscle relaxers everyday to help me cope until
benniboy237 took them away. I decided to go for help, and took a trip to Rosenblum's. They set me up to see a psychiatrist. I was diagnosed with an anxiety disorder, depression, and Borderline Personality Disorder. They made some lovely recommendations for me, since I think in order to get treated there I would have had to walk in with a gun to my head, and I've followed them. So I'm seeing a doctor and counselor regularly, and I'm on some medication I can actually afford. It's working so far. I mean it's not like everything is coming up roses and life is great. Medication doesn't make a crappiness go away, it just makes it a little easier to manage the crappiness.
So Dr. Worthen granted me a late withdrawal without penalty. Which is good, because I am in the process of trying to transfer into Regent's online program. I think I may do better there.
In some happier news, since I started on the meds, I've been writing a lot more. And today I actually found out that I sold an article on Helium Marketplace. I'm being paid $48, which is the most I've ever gotten for a single piece of writing. It's not much, but it gives me a shred of hope that I may be able to actually do this for a living one day. Like when people ask me what I do, I'm one step closer to being able to say "I'm a freelance writer" instead of "I'm unemployed."
I'm working on reuniting with some old friends too. Tomorrow night I'm having dinner with Ben O. and Taylor and hoping to get to hang out with
eyesofshinigami ,
jimmercubed , and
annafu soon. :P
Well, it's getting late, and the wine is getting to my head. I'm heading to bed soon. More when I
The semester is over. I ended up withdrawing late. I went into a depressive funk back in February and it just seemed like I couldn't get out. It got so bad that I couldn't go a day without crying. I went into a SI relapse and started burning again. I was taking muscle relaxers everyday to help me cope until
So Dr. Worthen granted me a late withdrawal without penalty. Which is good, because I am in the process of trying to transfer into Regent's online program. I think I may do better there.
In some happier news, since I started on the meds, I've been writing a lot more. And today I actually found out that I sold an article on Helium Marketplace. I'm being paid $48, which is the most I've ever gotten for a single piece of writing. It's not much, but it gives me a shred of hope that I may be able to actually do this for a living one day. Like when people ask me what I do, I'm one step closer to being able to say "I'm a freelance writer" instead of "I'm unemployed."
I'm working on reuniting with some old friends too. Tomorrow night I'm having dinner with Ben O. and Taylor and hoping to get to hang out with
Well, it's getting late, and the wine is getting to my head. I'm heading to bed soon. More when I
- Mood:
chipper

