Hi friends!
It's been a little while since I've posted, and I'm happy to report that things are still going very well. My boyfriend and I are getting along great, my new job is still one of the best things that's ever happened to me, and my mental health continues to improve each day. I think I can actually honestly say I'm happy with how things are right now, which is huge. Between the pandemic, a terrible job, and various other stressors I've experienced, I'm not actually sure when the last time I was truly happy was.
We actually rescued a cat last weekend. One of my boyfriend's customers brought him in and said he was looking to rehome the little guy, so we of course took him in. He's a tiny little demon that screams at me every time I open the fridge, and I definitely wasn't planning on getting a pet anytime soon, but I'm so glad we got him. I needed a little extra joy in my life, and it came in a tiny package covered in fur.
My only complaint as of late is that I haven't been able to see my therapist in a few weeks. Between starting the new job and figuring out my new schedule, and the weird but temporary financial situation, I just haven't been able to make it work. I'm hoping to get things straightened out and start seeing her again later this month. If that's my only complaint, I'll take it!
Zoloft has RUINED my life.
Sometimes I think dying would be easier.
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It may seem strange but my wee dogs are my best friends.
A Look at Life from a Lower Balcony. 
