Mental Tag Teaming
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thepnutgalleryWoke up in the middle of the night, despite my meds, or maybe I forgot them and popped others instead? I petted Lady Miss Friday, let her outside for a bit. Came very close to accidentally shutting her outside, but fortunately went looking for her. I texted some with Brandon, then cut a pill in half, since I didn't need the full 8 hrs.
Chugged into work in the morning, got almost all the claims in the queue done, got a big chunk of my TDP work done, then zipped to the pharmacy on my break, but they only released one bottle.
I laid with Lady Miss Friday after work, and felt so incredibly content. Look, all I ask is that nothing ever experience unhappiness around me... Is that so much to ask? I'll take it all! I will 100% just take all your unhappiness in, maybe burn or cut or something, and you can be happy.
Tim asked to come over later, he cooked up tofu, we walked Pupple, and he's going to call in on my next therapy appointment. I'm just.. Not good at that. I am realizing that most of the work in therapy is a) done by you, solo, and b) requires you to want to change. And probably requires more than my very basic and flat out false ideas about just... Not... Doing all the things I shouldn't. We also talked about Julian, and my literal need to help or fix. And my *vicious* retribution on myself for failing impossible tasks.
My mom tagged me in a post around midnight, so I called her. She ended up talking about my brother and his current tirade to get Papa's ring from Grandpa. We've got a plan.
Chugged into work in the morning, got almost all the claims in the queue done, got a big chunk of my TDP work done, then zipped to the pharmacy on my break, but they only released one bottle.
I laid with Lady Miss Friday after work, and felt so incredibly content. Look, all I ask is that nothing ever experience unhappiness around me... Is that so much to ask? I'll take it all! I will 100% just take all your unhappiness in, maybe burn or cut or something, and you can be happy.
Tim asked to come over later, he cooked up tofu, we walked Pupple, and he's going to call in on my next therapy appointment. I'm just.. Not good at that. I am realizing that most of the work in therapy is a) done by you, solo, and b) requires you to want to change. And probably requires more than my very basic and flat out false ideas about just... Not... Doing all the things I shouldn't. We also talked about Julian, and my literal need to help or fix. And my *vicious* retribution on myself for failing impossible tasks.
My mom tagged me in a post around midnight, so I called her. She ended up talking about my brother and his current tirade to get Papa's ring from Grandpa. We've got a plan.
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