I know I haven’t posted here in forever, but things move so fast. Eric left, I stayed sick and mooched off the parentals for several months then got served with a social contract with them (which is actually working better than I thought it would).

I worked at the florist for the week leading up to Valentine’s day then pulled out early and checked myself into Community North for a week’s stay that ended with electro convulsive therapy (ECT). I attempted suicide (time #2) a few weeks later and managed to convince the staff that I did not need to do another stint of inpatient care. That stay instead led me to an intensive out patient therapy that consisted of hours of intensive group therapy which sucked majorly.

Now I have been working for *insert big box toy store here* and really like the people I work with, they’re remind me of the time I spent doing theatre, really off the wall personalities. It’s boring a lot of the time, just standing behod a register, but it’s also very low stress, which is good for me.

I’m going back to school, no more design or art, my meds make it downright impossible to create anything, I’m studying early childhood education (again). I have to retake some math classes too, which sucks. Math and I don’t get along.

After of going over a year without internet I am now back online. I missed teh wubz.