Spent the day in Columbia, getting the allergy shot that I totally forgot about on Tuesday, and buying groceries and whatnot. Took the big-ass van, because it has air conditioning and the temperature was over 100ยบ again.
Almost made it home. But something, I am thinking the fuel pump or some item that controls fluid, broke, and I was left stranded on the interstate. Mercifully, I was able to coast to the shade of an overpass, but it was not fun. Thank goodness, again, for cell phones and credit cards. The wrecker driver brought me home and helped me get my groceries out, and then took the van to a service station.
This is not what I need right now. Also, this is the third time in three years that the van has broken down and had to be towed. Maybe it's time for something different, ya think?However, I am home, and not dead or mangled or in jail, so, life is isn't total shit.
I saw a psychiatrist the other week, and she has put me on a mood stabilizer to help me with the lows I drop into whenever my PTSD kicks in, (which I have due to my fabulous childhood.) At least now I know wtf I have, and a plan of action to get better. After 6-7 months of therapy, I can now mostly speak about my mother without weeping, and that's good. I am to journal my feelings and moods daily.
Right now, I feel like a 5 on a scale of 1 to 10.
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I used to be .... a little unbalanced? Now it only happens sometimes. Way more than I want it to, but not every day.
Just so you know.
Do you read Sinfest?
Love you, SP.
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