14,018 Days Alive
22 Days Till My Trip
12 Days Feeling Unwell
1 Mild Ear Infection
Yesterday was the New Moon. I didn’t do anything for it.
I’ve not done a proper blog post in a while. I’ve been pretty down mentally and physically.
I’m fighting with my insurance company and waitlists and financial bullshit to try and find a therapist who clicks with me. Right now my current one, through the Employee Assistance Program at work, is… not a good fit.
How so, you probably aren’t asking? She thinks asexual people can be medicated to be “fixed”. Doesn’t believe it’s a real thing. Oh! And that I shouldn’t be writing as an escape. Specifically I shouldn’t be doing NaNoWriMo. And that I should draw firm work life balance boundaries with a job I already just leave at work. And that I need to get over the trauma of my past because it’s in the past.
So. Yeah. Not a good fit.
Anyway, I have to go to bed. I’m horrifically dizzy and nauseous.
Take your meds, folks.
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