I'm just kind of tired lately.
That deep-down, existential kind of tired.
Also discovering interesting pockets of frustration hidden somewhere in the recesses of my brain. The more I stagnate, the more I get angry with myself, with everything and everyone, really. I feel like hitting someone, like hurting something, someone, myself, anything. I feel powerless, and it's killing me, inch by inch.
Yes, I know I'm working to try to fix that, but it's just not going well enough. It's my old mantra coming back: Not good enough. Never good enough.
Anyway, since it's all very depressing, I haven't really felt like writing it down. So there you go.
I met an old friend of mine on Monday. I hadn't seen her in eleven years. We spent a great summer at camp together, and then lost touch. She recognised my photo on a dating website, and emailed me, and we agreed to meet for coffee. Turns out she's Bipolar II as well, and not only that, but we're seeing the same therapist and she's on the waiting list for the MUSIC group (the English group, I'm in the French group).
So we had lots of fun laughing about that. Monday was good.
The rest of the week hasn't been as good.
Looking for a job. That's not going super well, but I'm not really good at this job-hunting thing, either. Basically I suck right now. I'm working on not sucking, but I'm not sure how not to suck. I'll try to keep you posted on how that goes.
That deep-down, existential kind of tired.
Also discovering interesting pockets of frustration hidden somewhere in the recesses of my brain. The more I stagnate, the more I get angry with myself, with everything and everyone, really. I feel like hitting someone, like hurting something, someone, myself, anything. I feel powerless, and it's killing me, inch by inch.
Yes, I know I'm working to try to fix that, but it's just not going well enough. It's my old mantra coming back: Not good enough. Never good enough.
Anyway, since it's all very depressing, I haven't really felt like writing it down. So there you go.
I met an old friend of mine on Monday. I hadn't seen her in eleven years. We spent a great summer at camp together, and then lost touch. She recognised my photo on a dating website, and emailed me, and we agreed to meet for coffee. Turns out she's Bipolar II as well, and not only that, but we're seeing the same therapist and she's on the waiting list for the MUSIC group (the English group, I'm in the French group).
So we had lots of fun laughing about that. Monday was good.
The rest of the week hasn't been as good.
Looking for a job. That's not going super well, but I'm not really good at this job-hunting thing, either. Basically I suck right now. I'm working on not sucking, but I'm not sure how not to suck. I'll try to keep you posted on how that goes.
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Date: 2004-02-18 09:08 pm (UTC)Yeah, thanks. :)
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Date: 2004-02-19 05:41 am (UTC)Incidentally, if it's not prying, you think you and your friend are going anywhere? If it is, well... I've already offered free shots. Just not the head, please. Head wounds are messy.
A lot seems to be luck really. I found my first through random chance at job fairs. Then when I was preparing for the fact they were moving out of town, I had several layers of backup plans all of which fell through. Actually, right now, I should probably be moving in that direction because this internship will end sometime. Anyhow, it seems more a case of being the right person with the right skills in the right place at the right time. The trick is recognizing where and when that is...