I keep thinking about my one day. One day, I’ll have my own place. I’ll have my own furry pet. My car will be in my name, and I’ll be covering my own insurance. I’ll never have to ask my friends to help me by buying me dinner, or helping with gas because if they don’t help me I can’t do those things. One day I’m going to get on a plane and I am going to explore the world.
One day I may even meet someone who I can come home to.
I know I’m not there at all right now. I’m trying and looking at what I need to do in order to at least hit that first part. The first step is to pay off the debts I have. Which is a lot right now. But I know I can do it. It’s just going to take time.
In other news.
This was actually a very productive week for me. In a sucky and good way. I developed a migraine that lasted for three days. The only reason it stopped was that I gave in and went to go see a doctor. Which was kind of huge for me. The doctor I saw was not my primary care doctor. It was someone who works with her though. And she took me seriously. On every single thing that I brought up to her. Including my mental health. And she gave me two prescriptions for medication to treat my depression and anxiety that I know works. I have my Wellbutrin back. I have some Xanax. And I can already feel a difference in how I’m feeling and doing.
It’s really kind of amazing.
I also helped a couple friends of mine start the packing up process of their home. I sat down and took a serious look at my financial situation and talked with someone at my bank about how I can improve my life and credit score. I actually firmly established a boundary with someone.
And I actually sat and thought about one day. Which I haven’t been able to do in too long.
Shpunkey 