Been a little while so here's a quick update on my life:
I was denied services from the local mental health org. Basically I'm to functional to be considered in need of help despite feeling like I need help to prevent myself from becoming dysfunctional. I have the option to appeal which I'm going to take.
The last few days have been especially bad. I've woken up and started crying three days this week. I've been getting plenty of sleep but still feel tired and sluggish. I've been taking caffeine pills to counteract this. It's not an ideal solution but it works. I'm only taking them if I really need them like when I'm in emotional overload and can't focus on work.
Monday I hit a metal shelf at work with the back of my left hand. On purpose. The pain helped me reset my thoughts to less depressing topics. I continued to press, poke and flex my hand for similar effect for a couple of days until I realized doing so was a form of self-harm. Self-harm along with drinking or doing drugs while depressed are on my blacklist of behaviors so I stopped.
Ok one last thing that is not depressing: So at work my name-tag says Gil which everyone assumes is short for my birth name which you should be able to figure out. It's really short for Gillian my chosen name. Also I prefer to be called Gilly.
Today a new employee asked me, "What's Gil short for? Gillian?" Now I'm not out at work and I don't pass as a woman. I was speechless. Part of me so wanted to say yes but because I'm not out I felt like I couldn't or shouldn't. Instead I said, "Its complicated." Not the answer I wanted to give but the best answer I felt comfortable giving.
That's all I got tonight,
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