I painted my fingernails for the first time since...before Christmas. It sounds silly, but I think it's a pretty huge deal. For me, obviously- how I present myself outwardly gives a pretty accurate indication of how I'm doing in the mental/emotional department.
Wow, that does sound silly.
All I'm saying is...I dunno, I used to do my nails and hair up all the time, maybe not fancy, but you know, put together. Because I used to care. Not even so much how I looked, but how I felt. MY POINT is....I'm feeling better.
Also, my mom thinks I should maybe be on drugs. I mean, antidepressants. Not like, cocaine. My goodness, we're not that crazy. I don't think this is the first time someone has suggested it. But I keep rejecting the idea, and then nobody mentions it again for a while. It's not that I have anything against antidepressants...at least, not that I can articulate. I guess I just think I would be better off finding a different way to beat this. Maybe because I do everything in my life the most difficult way possible.
It's so quiet here with so many CCers off to meet each other...um...that IS why it's quiet, right? I don't know what's going on, I've only halfway been paying attention.