"Sometimes I wonder if there really is any cure for depression. I wonder if I'm just a defective model, if all the drugs and the therapy are really just a way of hiding that I came off the assembly line flat out fucked up. Maybe I just need to be sent back while I'm still under warrenty." - Elizabeth Wurtzel
I made my appointment to talk to a counselor today. Monday. bleagh
I'm taking this therapy thing slowly again. I just don't know if this is the road that I need to be taking, but I know that I need to do something. I will not spend my life like this.
My mom came to town this weekend - I haven't seen her since my grandpa's funeral at the end of August. We have, however, been talking a lot about the depression thing, which I'd never told her about. She doesn't even know that I've been in therapy before.
My whole family's being really supportive, actually. My mom made me this little box of "reasons why Krista is wonderful" - slips of paper why she and my dad, brother, even some of her friends think I'm wonderful. Very sweet. Actually, I cry every time I read them. Part of the deal was that I have to periodically add to the box, adding my own reasons why I like myself.
*smile* It's not exactly a cure for depression, but it's a sweet idea. Who knows? It might even help.
"Birds flying high, you know how I feel. Sun in the sky, you know how I feel. Leaves drifting on by, you know how I feel. It's a new dawn, it's a new day, it's a new life for me, yeah. And I'm feelin' good." - Nina Simone