I want to document this here before the feeling goes away, but after a year or so, I finally am starting to feel like myself again. The pre-surgery, pre-stress, pre-uncertain self that was happy, confident, quirky, silly, and just content to be myself. Today was the day I told my therapist I am ready to stop coming in weekly and it felt really good ( Read more... )

This may sound rude, but I am sick of people excusing introvertism for being dismissive of others around them. It's one thing to be shy and uncomfortable with talking to people, strangers, or enduring small talks. It's another to automatically dismiss a small talk's value unless it somehow helps further their personal agenda. This is not being ( Read more... )

I guess this is the update where I tell you that after moving in with bae and starting my new job, life's allllll great. That everything is peachy and I'm on a rainbow road to happy and things have looked all the way up since 2016 ( Read more... )

IT'S HAPPENING!!! After years and months of planning and things getting put off then things downright being delayed, the boy and I found an apartment and are moving in together next month ( Read more... )

It felt oddly exciting, childlike, and almost a little irresponsible when the boy and I were in bed yesterday and decided that 2.5 weeks out of the hospital was enough time lapsed to perhaps try having sex again. After all, I had appeared to be recovering quickly ( Read more... )

Me: "Are you scared ( Read more... )

Our friends who've been dating for 5 years: "Yeah, we're going to get married next year hopefully right before we move to LA ( Read more... )

There's something so extremely emotional over the past few weeks that I think is going to dictate the rest of my year. When I was at SXSW, on the second to last night I had gone to dinner and drinks with my colleagues and walked home alone in the misty, slightly humid air dreaming of the boy - so I just willed myself to call him instead of wait ( Read more... )

Alright, officially went to all my three free sessions and while I do not feel confident the therapist I was paired up with was the right person for me, it was sort of nice to get 45 minutes once a week where I could just vent and not feel like person on the other side of the room was going to yell at me to shut up ( Read more... )

I just got out of my first therapy counseling session (my only other time was freshman year of college) and don't know how to feel about it yet. For a long time I've been thinking about getting therapeutic help to find ways to cope with things that stress me out at home and at work, but I spent most of the first session just familiarizing my story ( Read more... )