Christ, do I whine enough? Honestly. Dial back the bitching, Self.
Things aren't as bad as they may seem in that last post. For the most part, I'm ok, and I even have some exciting stuff going on.
As far as Nik and I go, I guess I was exaggerating when I said we don't acknowledge each other. We still talk, we spend time together - it's just a little distant these days. This isn't some hugemongous rift...it's partially caused by the fact that we're both sick and stressed out, but I think it's mainly the medication. Either way, it's nothing we can't work past, even if it is a little aggravating.
In better news, I am signed up to take some insurance courses through my work, and I'm really excited that they want to invest this kind of money in me. It'll lead to me getting CPCU licensure, which, in my industry, holds more weight than a Masters. This isn't what i plan to do for the rest of my life, but I'm here, God willing, for at least a few more years and I plan to do well in the meantime.
Also exciting is the fact that I think I've finally decided on a school plan. Nik and I have been back and forth so much about where we want to go, what we want to do, etc., but I think we finally both have a pretty solid idea about what we want. This thrills me to no end, and I'm wicked excited to really be working towards it.
I got a few emails last night, mostly saying "ARE YOU OK GO BACK ON YOUR MEDS NOW" (all well-intentioned) and I realized that goddamnit, I bitch too much. I'm ok. Seriously. I've been through way worse than some general moodiness (hello, could totally also be hormonal, stupid fucking girl system) and some jitteryness in the last few weeks. It's nothing I can't get past without some help from the docs and a lil' moral support.
And that, folks, brings an end to the backtracking, hollow reassurance part of our program. Stay tuned for stories about video games.
As you were.
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