More medicine. Lots of medicine. Gooey eye. Allergy tablets. Decongestant spray. Sometimes I think I’m not really cut out for this world. Sometimes I need six different types of medication just to get me through the day. It’s not healthy, but at least I’m alive.
I had my first proper counselling session as a college student today. It was lovely. I laughed. Properly laughed. Declan is so nice. Cognitive therapy is interesting. And sort of amusing. What’s the opposite of ‘ugly’? ‘Alright’. Hmm. Good enough.
My mood is lifting. It’s because of Declan and it’s because I’m better. I still feel a bit too emotional, but it’s okay. I’m resilient, apparently.
And tomorrow will be good. Hallowe’en Ball. Vodka. Orange juice. This will be different. Just because of the vodka. I never drink vodka. But at €4, I kind of have to. Cider is too expensive. And not very versatile.
Then it will be Friday and another weekend. I will sleep. And exercise. And see my lovely new boots.That is all.