blame me for the rocks and baby bones. (warwolves) wrote,
blame me for the rocks and baby bones.

get to know me

I'm writing up my resume! It's ... really bloody surreal, that's what it is, but it's also less empty than I thought it'd be. There's an part-time slot at the local Planned Parenthood I want like hell, and it's the first job I've considered that doesn't just hand out applications. Like I said, surreal.

I'm also getting the list of numbers for psychologists/psychiatrists from Mom and calling them myself. It's kind of the only way it'll get done, I think. I've been unmedicated for the last month or so, and while I haven't hit any lows, I'm aware it's like playing Russian roulette with a bullet in every other chamber, and I think I can feel one coming on. So. Science!

... My mind is just not on the right level for writing an eljay post right now, I think. I just feel ... really not okay, and I feel bad about feeling not okay, and for apparently being okay with talking about not being okay. sigh. maaaybe that low's closer than I thought.

BUT. HOPE SPRINGS ETERNAL. Unless it doesn't.

Tags: depression, job, meme
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