So we are back to talking about my relationship with my Mom (yawnnnnnnnnn). While I don't really see the point, (I have forgiven her and accepted that she did the best she could) he is the professional and I am not; or so it would seem. We will continue to increase the dosage of the Lamictal and I am hopeful I will see some benefit soon.
I was out last night with some friends celebrating an upcoming marriage. The groom is very independant, while the bride is very controlling. It will be interesting to see how this unfolds. Hopefully they will learn the art of compromise.
Life does not totally suck today so I guess that is a good think. I am concerned that when I find myself in a situation prompting laughter, I hold back. WTF... I have to learn to let go. I wonder if my subconscious is growing comfortable with my depression and rebelling against my efforts to get better? Freud probably has something to say about that.
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