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It has been a little while.
I have thought many things. Earlier on, I was thinking about how I'm not the person that I was supposed to become; being hindered with developmental problems and difficult family matters and all that. I told this to my therapist, and she basically told me not to worry about it. Essentially, I have no proof.
She told me that she used me as an example as someone who has done well on SSI with someone who wants to put her young daughter with Bipolar on SSI. That made me feel good about myself.
I was thinking to myself yesterday about how I'm already better off than my father in many ways, and that the simple fact of seeing how I will be when I am his age is enough reason to be curious about my future, and continue to live. It made me feel that I am going to have a pretty interesting life.
I have a new story idea, and I told one of my friends about it. She said that it sounded interesting, and it is worth writing about, so I will do so shortly. It will be cool to know that I have written two books this year.
In any case, I cleaned up my room and assembled a bookshelf (my roommate helped me construct it, since I'm bad at things like that). My room has a lot more space now, and looks better. I'm happy, for the most part.
Nothing else really going on. Just reading, and thinking about writing again.
I have thought many things. Earlier on, I was thinking about how I'm not the person that I was supposed to become; being hindered with developmental problems and difficult family matters and all that. I told this to my therapist, and she basically told me not to worry about it. Essentially, I have no proof.
She told me that she used me as an example as someone who has done well on SSI with someone who wants to put her young daughter with Bipolar on SSI. That made me feel good about myself.
I was thinking to myself yesterday about how I'm already better off than my father in many ways, and that the simple fact of seeing how I will be when I am his age is enough reason to be curious about my future, and continue to live. It made me feel that I am going to have a pretty interesting life.
I have a new story idea, and I told one of my friends about it. She said that it sounded interesting, and it is worth writing about, so I will do so shortly. It will be cool to know that I have written two books this year.
In any case, I cleaned up my room and assembled a bookshelf (my roommate helped me construct it, since I'm bad at things like that). My room has a lot more space now, and looks better. I'm happy, for the most part.
Nothing else really going on. Just reading, and thinking about writing again.