If I told you all the changes in me you wouldn’t believe that I started feeling them almost immediately after I started taking those pills.

I feel normal.

I had no idea how flipping messed up I was before. I didn’t even know what normal felt like until I felt it. Now, two months into taking these pills, feeling normal is normal to me. Not feeling like my brain is constantly humming is my new normal.

At the last session almost a month ago my therapist looked into my eyes and said “the frozen food aisle is not for us”. Since she was right about giving me a magical pill to make me feel better I figured she knew what I shouldn’t be eating. I used to almost exclusively eat frozen dinners at lunchtime five days a week. Now I don’t touch that stuff. I always eat fresh food at lunch — salads, gazpacho, egg white omelettes from fresh & co., sandwiches that are made from fresh, organic ingredients. Also, I decided to eat breakfast every day after never, ever, evereverever consciously choosing to eat breakfast for my entire life. I now have oatmeal for breakfast every day that I can and a piece of fruit. I drink water. I drink milk sometimes too, and I do have 8 ounces of Diet Coke at lunch (I know, I tried quitting and got right back into the habit and I just haven’t formed a healthier habit quite yet to erase this one) and also I am hooked on Ben & Jerry’s ice cream because it’s hot.

But count all the good stuff in that paragraph.

Also, I don’t stare out the window and wonder what it would feel like to jump out of it (not that I would ever do that). And I also don’t obsess over when I can drink some alcohol “like an adult” and then feel shame that I drank it. And I also talk with my boyfriend about stuff on my mind every day instead of assuming he is too busy or disinterested to want to know about my life.

There are some days where I feel extremely anxious and out of control, and then I know there’s something extra stressful going on that I need to pinpoint so I can get through it without going off the anxiety deep end. It’s pretty awesome to manage that and be able to talk it through and think it through and not need to avoid it by self sabotaging in any way an anxious person might choose in order to avoid the reason for the anxiety.

I am a work in progress and very happy with where I’m taking myself.

I met Lil Bub today!!!! SQUEE!!!!!!!!!! I posted a bunch of photos on flickr in case you want to see more.

Also, there’s a door code to the bathroom in her building but I can’t (won’t) tell you what it is.

This is the most frustrating realization I have had workwise lately. If other people on a team are not supporting you to be successful, if they don’t give a flying fuck if you fail, and you don’t even support the goal, then it’s time to remove that priority and find a new one that is worth your time and energy even if everyone around you isn’t as enthusiastic about the project and is less than helpful with turning an idea into a reality.

After freeing myself from the project that wasn’t the right fit my mind finally unblocked to allow other creativity in and by the afternoon I co-launched another project with someone who is equally as enthusiastic, if not more so, about an idea we came up with together about two months ago. We don’t work in the same departments, but both our supervisors support our work on this project, so we’re going for it.

I finally feel like I am leaving a positive mark on this workplace, and that is a wonderful feeling.

Sharing the happy. I think the original was first posted in the comments at Reddit.

Also I am physically very unfit, my own fault, have been eating like crap, my own fault, and have gained way more weight than I can blame on any pill that I’m taking or mid-life metabolism shift. It’s really lack of exercise and stress that are enabling my sedentary lifestyle.

Which also leads me to my mental lack of wellbeing. I have taken several online depression quizzes and always score in the Severe Depression range.

As a result, I chose to take a break from Twitter and Facebook because I was absorbing other people’s issues as my own and it was overwhelming on top of my own shit and was allowing me to trigger that part of my personality where I believe that my life sucks because your life sucks and my problems are the same as your problems. (They’re not. Mine are mine.)

I also took the step to find a therapist covered under my insurance. I will start seeing her on April Fool’s Day, ironically but seriously. I am looking forward to untangling the mess in my head and finding out if I just need more tools in my emotional wellbeing toolbox, or if I need medication, or if I need to change a life circumstance, or if my life is actually perfect and I’m just a pretty, pretty princess who is lying on top of a pea and crying about it. (I wouldn’t put this past myself.)

The manifestation is that I don’t care about much of life in general and am a lousy person to be around. And I hate that. I want to be fun. I want to be happy. I want to love myself again. (I still Eeyore love myself, but I need the Eeyore part to back off.)

As of this evening I also started a 4-day long weekend vacation. I plan to stay home and sleep, clean, bake (a fun dish I used to make in Vermont), cook (a fun soup one of my blog buds posted), cuddle the kitties, talk with and hug on Dawg when he is home and conscious (he doesn’t have Friday or Monday off like I do), and just try to be happy. We also plan to start pretending to train for a walking 5k this weekend by walking around a park several times. Baby steps.

I also learned today that you need three things to stay happy: Something to do, someone to love, and something to look forward to.

Tonight I am way happier than I’ve felt in a while. Same shit different day, but the mood in the room is turning up again.

I woke up at 11:00am after having those insecure dreams where people who love me so much in real life try to sabotage my relationship in my dreams. I let Dawg know about them and was having trouble getting out of the fog of them so took a shower. When I got out of the shower Dawg made sure to tell me how much he loves me and how he’s not going anywhere. A little while later we were supposed to put the laundry together so we could get on the road to activate our plan of laundry drop-off, lunch, shopping for dinner ingredients, and dinner with Apple TV movies. Instead we decided to cuddle in bed. It was one of the best cuddle sessions we’ve had ever, so comforting and void filling and bond enhancing. We didn’t leave the house until 2:30pm, and the lunch restaurant was over an hour away, we still had to drop off the laundry, and had to wait for a table when we arrived, so didn’t get to eat lunch until 5:00pm.

I suggested over appetizers that we skip me cooking dinner tonight since it was already early dinnertime and we were stuffing ourselves silly. He agreed. Instead we had ice cream and popcorn with our movies.

Cuddle time was totally worth pushing off Valentine’s Day dinner another week.

Looking forward to seeing them in warmer weather, as a visitor. And as their friend.

I used to care so much and obsess over other people’s stories. Probably because I had so much time to do so, and was so bored with my life. Now, unless it directly affects me, I’m good with not knowing.

Maybe that’s just an age thing.

Whatever the reason, it’s very freeing.

Love you, baby.