Starting to come out of it. Not fully and there's a good chance I will slip back at least once before coming out the other side. Welcome to BPD people. It's a fucking nightmare. But would I want to be on meds? No. I feel meds would be worse and kill a small part of me that I actually like. The real solution for me is tom learn how to manage the lows better. This is why I go to therapy.
B got me a vacuum sealer system for our anniversary. I got her a knife. A really nice knife from Lamson. UPS fucked me over though and it won't be here until tomorrow. It was sitting for days and I finally got a hold of someone there and they found it never went out. So they have overnighted a new knife to me.
I have to pay bills today and this is a BAD pay period. Medical bills. Household bills. It's bad. I may need to move a couple of things to next pay period. It's just a lot of little shit all at once - snow removal contract, my ear, insurance, all hitting. I fucking hate our pay cycles. Requires so much planning. Let's see what I can do.
Last day with this group thankfully. I am so done with them. But oh boy, I get to do two more weeks just like this one! And that's after a random week next week. Next week is 3:30 some days, 6:30 others, 5 one more. Oh that will be fun.
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