I had another group therapy session this morning, and I’m actually going to admit I think it was helpful. In fact, as much as I’d like to believe I don’t need it, I’ve been enjoying these things, and I walk out of the room of people with a much more positive attitude. These days, that means something, so I’ll take it. Of course, the “praying to the Lord is the only way to be a better person” woman is reeally getting to me, but luckily they cut her off after a sentence or two. It’s group therapy, not preaching time.
Aside from therapy, my meds seem to work somewhat reasonably, and I’m improving on my avoidance issues. I hate taking my meds these days because all off a sudden I’ve started getting an upset stomach around ten minutes later. Nothing serious, but it sure does mess with my mind when I’m trying to get my butt out of bed to take the pills before going to sleep.
School…is school, I guess. Like I mentioned, I’m not avoiding things as usual, or not puting them off as much. I even studied pretty hard core for my Astronomy test last week, hours, days, typed up all my notes. The shitty thing? All that preparation and I received an F. Nice. I just don’t get it. My first test I had the highest in the class, and I didn’t study, the second one, I had a low B after briefly studying. And then this, studying my ass off, and failing. I’m really trying to find the logic there. Makes me want to drop back into my good ole procratinating and avoidance shit. Gah.
Thanksgiving happened just spiffy, and we spent the evening at John’s brother’s. For once, I wasn’t stressed about how Ashleigh would be and went and had a good time. Again, much improvement on my end. I am wishing we could do more for Christmas, but it looks to be a minimal one another year in a row. It’s a good thing I bought Ashleigh’s single birthday and Christmas gifts back when we had the money, because we sure don’t have it now. I’d love to have even a table-top tree, any tree, but I’ll have to live without.
I love this time of year, but I hate it at the same time. Growing up and watching all the kids at school celebrate Christmas, wishing I could receive just one present, it frustrates me that the only thing keeping me from celebrating now is finances. I’m aware Ashleigh won’t care too much this year, but man, I do. The lights will go up sometime this week, even if they’re on the wall or around furniture. It’s not a big deal to John, as he grew up with the festivities, but it’s a HUGE deal to me. If I had the money, I’d be giving gifts to everyone I knew because that’s what I love to do, make people smile with “the perfect gift” for them.
I’m making cards this season, since it’s something I can do without spending anything. It is very difficult to kick the hints of depression, with the longing lingering. I don’t know how families with multiple kids afford holidays, but right now I’ll do anything I can to enjoy this one. I don’t care about the commercialism, nor about the origins of the holiday. To me it is a time to share what you can with the ones you care about and dammit, I’m doing to do what I can.
At least there’s some good news around here. I managed to earn oodles of Snapfish credits, so now I have a pile of pictures from the last few months, just waiting to be scrapped. I imagine once school is out in a couple weeks I’ll utilize my month off plenty.
Ashleigh just threw her diaper down the hall (the saga never ends), so time to chase the kid down. I can not wait for the three day vacation…by myself.