You’re once, twice, three times a bitch

i feel sad. this is typical of therapists and anyone in the mental health field. I called my shrink yesterday because I was feeling horrible. I’m taking my meds as prescribed but the last four or five days I’ve dealt with the worst anxiety and panic attacks, especially on T/TR when we have our writing […]

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Someone like me.

today has not been good at all. and now, when i sit down to write about it and the feeling accompanying it, it vanishes. It’s Thursday, so there was work then school. I’m done. The anxiety of the day has killed me. I was not myself this morning. I was someone who was walking into […]

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Still Missing

I’m tired. It’s been a long day and I could really use a friend. I thought about rushing a sorority but changed my mind. That pressure is the last I need. Besides and more seriously, who would want me as a member. Remember the comment by Grouch Marx: He didn’t care to be part of […]

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The anxiety has not been as terrible today, but has been there nonetheless. We only had our most boring American Lit class today, not b/c American Lit is boring but b/c the professor is snoozeville. He could put an insomniac to sleep. The self-destructive tendencies have lessoned today. No cutting and I’ve kept to the […]

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History repeats itself

I truly believe my classes are killing me. This is one of the worse weekends I’ve had in ages. We are to write about three memories we have. Holy Hell! Give me a break. And we have to write before we write. I did everything I was asked. I did a continuum map. I journaled […]

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