One of the most important things to me is being treated fairly, and when I’m not it hurts me a lot. I know, life isn’t fair and this might be overly sensitive. And some of this comes from the way my brain is wired, which I’ve been learning a lot about lately. But regardless, it’s something that really affects me and it just makes me feel pretty small when I’m not treated fairly. Especially by people I care about the most.
Basically, it just fucking hurts.
pay attention to my boobs selfie.
good: therapy was cancelled today.
not as good: I went to see my med provider and she said I should probably tell my mom about the diagnosis we’re working with now, but I can’t seem to bring myself to do that. It just feels like… what’s the point of bothering her with it right?
Tomorrow I get to tell my therapist that I blew off my mood/anxiety tracking for two solid weeks and she’s going to be extremely angry and make me cry.
Maybe I’ll go to sleep and wake up sometime on Tuesday. Yeah. That’d be alright.
Now for a 4 hour drive with a bit of a foggy head.
(also to the anon who sent me a message this morning: the answer is yes. absolutely 1000% yes. but I wont go into to any more detail unless you’re not anon.)
The reception was absolutely brutal, but there’s an open bar now so.