AND NOW FOR SOMETHING COMPLETELY DIFFERENT
Drama, drama, drama. Don't you just wanna slap me? Jesus. It's all good but it was my first Christmas without my mom, and my siblings and I aren't close, blah blah blah. I was in a MOOD. Caps. Underlined.
ABILIFY: KEEPIN' ME SWEET
Had another meet up with my therapist who was all, hey you made it through hell week aka christmas, good job! we mentally high fived. which is appropriate i guess. i have an apppointment with my actual psychiatrist (psychologist? the one with the meds) next week and we should all be smiling around the round table, how stable and calm I am, how showered and clean looking. Organized. A contributer to society. Capable. With fresh breath. See? All i need are these man made chemicals and to slack off the ol' moonshine and in less than 2 weeks I am martha stewart.