As ever, I’ve been doing this for way too fucking long.
March 2010: Pittsburgh, eerie foreshadowing, and duct tape. And why is the SNCA conference always at some really inconvenient time for me?
March 2005: New computer, ska librarian rendezvous, and assorted quips. Not my best work, I must say.
March 2000: Apparently the most important thing in my life was the new Krispy Kreme. Or Fred Phelps. Or something else. Otherstream in it prime, maybe. Maybe not.
Therapy session today, one of the topics of which was conflict over sex. No Freudian cliché there, huh?
Actually–and I promise not to lapse into David’s Therapy Blog mode here–life is dramatically more agreeable for me than it was two years ago. There was even a discussion of working my way off the antidepressants. I was never a really heavy dose anyway so it might not be such a big deal, but the potential for upsetting that delicate balance still makes me a little nervous.
The big goals for me over the past couple of years have been:
It seems to be working. Mind you, I’m still completely batshit crazy–which is good since I want to be able to use mental health (or lack thereof) as a defense strategy in court at some point in the future should the need arise. But at least I know how to deal with the crazy now and it’s not so overpowering or debilitating.
Now if I could just get rid of some of the weight I’ve put back on since I started enjoying things (specifically eating) so much again…