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Happy Saturday. *Not triggering* ;)
Posted September 24th 2011 at 12:45 PM by LlamaLlamaDuck
Posting this from my sexeh new netbook which I am completely in love with. 
Living room is a mess. The walls and ceiling are all a dark brown colour with big patches of really really pale pink. Kind of like skin colour. There's a lamp and table/chairs in the corner. Two armchairs and a sofa sat in the middle and a tv in the corner. There are no curtains and the wires for the TV are poking out everywhere. Hopefully in a few months we'll have a nice white ceiling, painted walls, new couch, new furniture, all of it. It'll be nice. We haven't decorated it since we did the whole house up when we moved in. This will be a good change. A new start.
As of tomorrow I'll have been 5 weeks free of self harm which I'm assuming is a good thing. It's been about 3/4 weeks since I checked how much I weigh and for some reason I'm not panicking about that. I don't know if it's just because things have been going well, but I don't want to see the psychiatrist to change my meds, I don't want to see a counsellor or have to meet with student support every two weeks at college. I feel like I can do this myself. Maybe I'm being stupid, but if I still feel this way when the psychiatrist appointment comes through, I'm going to go but tell him I don't want to be taking pills every day just to not feel sad. I'm going to tell him I want to stop them all and handle it myself. I'm hoping he listens. Then again, I'm pretty sure I'm seeing the same psychiatrist who sent me home saying I'd get over it when I was suicidal so it could go either way. He was an idiot.
Today I'm going shopping with my mum and her sister and then for a cup of tea in town. I don't drink tea. Or coffee. The only hot drink I'll have is hot chocolate. And only because it usually comes accompanied with cream and marshmallows and maybe a shot of caramel if you go to the right place.
I know this has been pretty boring, but I haven't posted in a while so consider it a catchup.
Meanwhile, here's a happy dog.
Living room is a mess. The walls and ceiling are all a dark brown colour with big patches of really really pale pink. Kind of like skin colour. There's a lamp and table/chairs in the corner. Two armchairs and a sofa sat in the middle and a tv in the corner. There are no curtains and the wires for the TV are poking out everywhere. Hopefully in a few months we'll have a nice white ceiling, painted walls, new couch, new furniture, all of it. It'll be nice. We haven't decorated it since we did the whole house up when we moved in. This will be a good change. A new start.
As of tomorrow I'll have been 5 weeks free of self harm which I'm assuming is a good thing. It's been about 3/4 weeks since I checked how much I weigh and for some reason I'm not panicking about that. I don't know if it's just because things have been going well, but I don't want to see the psychiatrist to change my meds, I don't want to see a counsellor or have to meet with student support every two weeks at college. I feel like I can do this myself. Maybe I'm being stupid, but if I still feel this way when the psychiatrist appointment comes through, I'm going to go but tell him I don't want to be taking pills every day just to not feel sad. I'm going to tell him I want to stop them all and handle it myself. I'm hoping he listens. Then again, I'm pretty sure I'm seeing the same psychiatrist who sent me home saying I'd get over it when I was suicidal so it could go either way. He was an idiot.
Today I'm going shopping with my mum and her sister and then for a cup of tea in town. I don't drink tea. Or coffee. The only hot drink I'll have is hot chocolate. And only because it usually comes accompanied with cream and marshmallows and maybe a shot of caramel if you go to the right place.
I know this has been pretty boring, but I haven't posted in a while so consider it a catchup.
Meanwhile, here's a happy dog.
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Glad things are going good for you right now, nat. By the way, I don't know if I want to start calling you Louise, or keep calling you Nat.
Anyhow, five weeks is fantastic! Keep it up, lovely<3Posted September 24th 2011 at 03:51 PM by Just Peachy.
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^ I'm just gonna call her Nat.
Cute dog, btw.
Five weeks is great. I'm so glad you're feeling better, and I hope it stays that way; you deserve it.
I don't drink tea or coffee either, but hot chocolate is delicious. I could go for some right now, actually.
Posted September 25th 2011 at 03:16 AM by Storyteller.
