I feel like I'm a lot more boring when I'm not depressed. Then I'm not looking for the outlet.
I don't need to spew forth the pain and anxiety and scariness and crap that just vomits itself out when I'm feeling really down.
Oh, this is not a bad thing!
It just doesn't make for interesting blog posts, when I post about unicorns pooping daisies (to quote Angella, I believe). Instead, it's random posts about how cute I think AK is...
I am so beyond relieved to be done school. I honestly never thought I'd ever be done university.
I entered the business program at Cap as a mature student, then transfered to Arts there.
In the winter of 2005, I was going to school full-time (three classes, to still qualify for my Dad's benefits), while working 3 jobs--all in all, about 60-70 hours a week, between classes and work.
I was living alone, in the basement bachelor suite in the house of an amazing woman who I've always wished I'd kept in contact with. I didn't have a TV, I used dial-up internet, I was randomly sleeping with a coworker for shits and giggles, and I pretty much had no social life.
Is it really any surprise I ended up having a sleep-over in the psych ward of my local hospital?
That was when I, at the behest of my doctor, moved back in with the parents. It was very strongly suggested that I move back in with someone who could "take care of me". As my gramma was, at this point, in need of a live-in caregiver, I was not able to move back in with her (it was actually due to her needing more care than I could provide which caused me to move out of her house in the first place. I just wasn't home enough, between work and school, to help her as much as she needed, so I'd moved out the year before to make room), and I do not -in any way, shape, or form- get along with my mother when we spend any amount of time together, my dad was the default "care-taker". He's always been my protector, and the person I run to when anything happened-I'm very much a Daddy's girl. But it'd been a few years since I lived with "parents". My gramma was more like a really awesome roommate who just happened to go to bed at 9.
Anyways, after the night in the hospital on suicide watch, I was put on stress leave by my doctor. I applied, and was accepted, to finish my BA in History at TRU, but decided to inquire about the Tourism program there instead. I asked about entering in January, since I thought I wouldn't make it in for September, which I did afterall. I did the first year of a diploma, and learned that I had enough credits from Cap to basically skip the second year of the degree program, if I decided to do that-which I did. By doing 28 months STRAIGHT of school, I was able to finish my degree in only 8 months longer than it would have to finish the diploma.
Holy crap, that felt like a lot to explain about why I'm not depressed right now!
And I'm still not done...
Sam and I started dating around about the end of June, 2005. We'd started hanging out earlier in the spring (after having known him for awhile as my customer at Starbucks), but I didn't tell him I'd moved until 3 weeks afterwards. We met up for beer one night when I was back in Vancouver visiting, and a couple weeks later, he came to Kamloops and we went camping, basically as our first date--three days of no showering, a lot of fishing, and a lot of laughing and kissing. We never really talked about the future of "us", we just started refering to each other as our girlfriend/boyfriend, and it just seemed to work.
Am I ever glad that he's my Sammy!
I love that I'm able to bug him, in person, every day now.
I know it sounds terrible, but it's not, really. Mwah!
Other than being exhausted lately, I have nothing to complain about!
(I'm being tested for sleep apnea, and to make sure my thyroid is working properly, as well as to make sure my bladder works properly, because I sleep like crap, I'm constantly exhausted, and I pee like a racehorse for no apparent reason).
I don't need to spew forth the pain and anxiety and scariness and crap that just vomits itself out when I'm feeling really down.
Oh, this is not a bad thing!
It just doesn't make for interesting blog posts, when I post about unicorns pooping daisies (to quote Angella, I believe). Instead, it's random posts about how cute I think AK is...
I am so beyond relieved to be done school. I honestly never thought I'd ever be done university.
I entered the business program at Cap as a mature student, then transfered to Arts there.
In the winter of 2005, I was going to school full-time (three classes, to still qualify for my Dad's benefits), while working 3 jobs--all in all, about 60-70 hours a week, between classes and work.
I was living alone, in the basement bachelor suite in the house of an amazing woman who I've always wished I'd kept in contact with. I didn't have a TV, I used dial-up internet, I was randomly sleeping with a coworker for shits and giggles, and I pretty much had no social life.
Is it really any surprise I ended up having a sleep-over in the psych ward of my local hospital?
That was when I, at the behest of my doctor, moved back in with the parents. It was very strongly suggested that I move back in with someone who could "take care of me". As my gramma was, at this point, in need of a live-in caregiver, I was not able to move back in with her (it was actually due to her needing more care than I could provide which caused me to move out of her house in the first place. I just wasn't home enough, between work and school, to help her as much as she needed, so I'd moved out the year before to make room), and I do not -in any way, shape, or form- get along with my mother when we spend any amount of time together, my dad was the default "care-taker". He's always been my protector, and the person I run to when anything happened-I'm very much a Daddy's girl. But it'd been a few years since I lived with "parents". My gramma was more like a really awesome roommate who just happened to go to bed at 9.
Anyways, after the night in the hospital on suicide watch, I was put on stress leave by my doctor. I applied, and was accepted, to finish my BA in History at TRU, but decided to inquire about the Tourism program there instead. I asked about entering in January, since I thought I wouldn't make it in for September, which I did afterall. I did the first year of a diploma, and learned that I had enough credits from Cap to basically skip the second year of the degree program, if I decided to do that-which I did. By doing 28 months STRAIGHT of school, I was able to finish my degree in only 8 months longer than it would have to finish the diploma.
Holy crap, that felt like a lot to explain about why I'm not depressed right now!
And I'm still not done...
Sam and I started dating around about the end of June, 2005. We'd started hanging out earlier in the spring (after having known him for awhile as my customer at Starbucks), but I didn't tell him I'd moved until 3 weeks afterwards. We met up for beer one night when I was back in Vancouver visiting, and a couple weeks later, he came to Kamloops and we went camping, basically as our first date--three days of no showering, a lot of fishing, and a lot of laughing and kissing. We never really talked about the future of "us", we just started refering to each other as our girlfriend/boyfriend, and it just seemed to work.
Am I ever glad that he's my Sammy!
I love that I'm able to bug him, in person, every day now.
I know it sounds terrible, but it's not, really. Mwah!
Other than being exhausted lately, I have nothing to complain about!
(I'm being tested for sleep apnea, and to make sure my thyroid is working properly, as well as to make sure my bladder works properly, because I sleep like crap, I'm constantly exhausted, and I pee like a racehorse for no apparent reason).
1 Rambles:
yikes! that last part doesn't sound like fun! But I'm SO SO SO glad to hear that you're finally done school!!!!!!!!!
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