As people who read my journal then know, I considered dropping that class for a moment, because of that oral presentation. But I went through with it, and it was a big step for me.
Go you! You did it.
I gave that medicine a very long chance, but it never helped, and though I did kind of like how I noticed less palpitations with it, in addition to not wanting to use it a crutch for the anxiety, and wanting to save money by not getting it anymore, I also decided to try to get off it again because of concerns that it was increasing depression.
I'm sorry it didn't work out.
Those tests were tricky little bastards, but I still did well in the classes I had with that teacher, which I was proud of.
Another go you!
I'm obviously not as good on the geography now as I was then, because you start forgetting stuff after a while, but I'm still pretty smooth with it because of those quizzes. And even if I've forgotten some, I know I could easily go back and review, and I'd be back to knowing every country on Earth. Which is always fun, because of how insanely ignorant most people are of geography, so when you aren't, you get to walk around like hot shit. Hee. Yeah, I have no shame. I'm all "Who here knows where Togo is? Oh, that's right, me! I forgot! What up! You want some of this?" Heh, then the person just punches me, like "who's hot shit now, bitch? That's right, keep crying."
*Is impressed*
And, by the way, he is the CUTEST newborn I've ever seen. He cried some at first, but calmed down really quickly. Then he didn't even cry at all, as everyone passed him around, and cameras were flashed constantly. Just kept yawning (AH! Hee. So! Fucking! CUTE!), and licking his lips.
Awww, Jayden is so cute. July 11th: Pictures of my nephew as a newborn.
Which everyone found so cute they almost fainted, I think :). I know I almost passed out from the cuteness.
The migraines have gotten worse, this year. And I can't even think about it, because I start really worrying, if I do. Like, about them getting better ever, or getting worse, and ugh.
I really hope they do get better, because it's so horrible what you have to put up with.
Right around this point of the year, I was really feeling low, and kind of giving into it. I don't think that helped, in the long run. I felt like I needed to be alone, but I wonder now if maybe so much of it just made me worse. I guess hindsight is always 20/20.
*Hugs*
. . .I can't handle her at all anymore. Not any of it. Not the talking to herself, not the constant negativity, not the self-absorbed bitching and ranting, or the childlike selfishness and cruelty.
*More hugs*
I have made a lot of steps this last year toward progress in my life, even when I wasn't psyched about it. Like, even though I'm not all about driving, I'm still going through with it. Even when I didn't have much motivation about getting a new job, I pushed myself forward with it. Hopefully, the satisfaction from these things will come later, but at least I'm not giving in to my depression, with those actions. I mean, I may not feel excited, I may not be able to imagine things making me happy, but I have to do them anyway. And hopefully the happier emotions will just come around, on their own, in time. The important thing is that I don't give into those emotions, in the things I choose to do.
I think you should be proud of yourself for making all these steps.
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Date: 2004-01-03 02:06 am (UTC)Go you! You did it.
I gave that medicine a very long chance, but it never helped, and though I did kind of like how I noticed less palpitations with it, in addition to not wanting to use it a crutch for the anxiety, and wanting to save money by not getting it anymore, I also decided to try to get off it again because of concerns that it was increasing depression.
I'm sorry it didn't work out.
Those tests were tricky little bastards, but I still did well in the classes I had with that teacher, which I was proud of.
Another go you!
I'm obviously not as good on the geography now as I was then, because you start forgetting stuff after a while, but I'm still pretty smooth with it because of those quizzes. And even if I've forgotten some, I know I could easily go back and review, and I'd be back to knowing every country on Earth. Which is always fun, because of how insanely ignorant most people are of geography, so when you aren't, you get to walk around like hot shit. Hee. Yeah, I have no shame. I'm all "Who here knows where Togo is? Oh, that's right, me! I forgot! What up! You want some of this?" Heh, then the person just punches me, like "who's hot shit now, bitch? That's right, keep crying."
*Is impressed*
And, by the way, he is the CUTEST newborn I've ever seen. He cried some at first, but calmed down really quickly. Then he didn't even cry at all, as everyone passed him around, and cameras were flashed constantly. Just kept yawning (AH! Hee. So! Fucking! CUTE!), and licking his lips.
Awww, Jayden is so cute.
July 11th: Pictures of my nephew as a newborn.
Which everyone found so cute they almost fainted, I think :). I know I almost passed out from the cuteness.
The migraines have gotten worse, this year. And I can't even think about it, because I start really worrying, if I do. Like, about them getting better ever, or getting worse, and ugh.
I really hope they do get better, because it's so horrible what you have to put up with.
Right around this point of the year, I was really feeling low, and kind of giving into it. I don't think that helped, in the long run. I felt like I needed to be alone, but I wonder now if maybe so much of it just made me worse. I guess hindsight is always 20/20.
*Hugs*
. . .I can't handle her at all anymore. Not any of it. Not the talking to herself, not the constant negativity, not the self-absorbed bitching and ranting, or the childlike selfishness and cruelty.
*More hugs*
I have made a lot of steps this last year toward progress in my life, even when I wasn't psyched about it. Like, even though I'm not all about driving, I'm still going through with it. Even when I didn't have much motivation about getting a new job, I pushed myself forward with it. Hopefully, the satisfaction from these things will come later, but at least I'm not giving in to my depression, with those actions. I mean, I may not feel excited, I may not be able to imagine things making me happy, but I have to do them anyway. And hopefully the happier emotions will just come around, on their own, in time. The important thing is that I don't give into those emotions, in the things I choose to do.
I think you should be proud of yourself for making all these steps.