Whirlwind

Last night, I dragged myself out to a lecture by a woman who has dedicated herself to helping other women. I had met this woman about 10 years ago at a conference in D.C., and it really impresses me how much she has managed to accomplish in that time.

I thought that I would multi-task and do some reading for my thesis, but they turned the lights down really low. Still, I'm glad that I went.

On the way back to my car though, I man said something creepily to me from inside this dark corner. I couldn't make out what he said, but it really just gave me the heebies and the jeebies. I ran a bit until I was a safe distance away.

Then, I went to work out. Even though it was already 9:30pm by this point, it felt really good.

This morning, I met with someone about getting into a loss/grief support group at school, and then had a meeting for my job. Talking to the intake person, I realized how far I've come this year, how hard that I've fought to keep my head above water, and how many skills I have to take care of myself. Actually, I could tell that she was impressed that I do the cognitive behavioral therapy, the Stresseraser, and that I get the importance of taking care of myself.

In general, I feel so much better now that I'm off the Wellbutrin. But, everything just feels like a whirlwind - that I'm one place, then another; that I feel one thing, then another; that I'm rushing through all of these tasks for work and my thesis....

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