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		<name>Savy</name>
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			<published>2009-12-28T20:15:00.000Z</published>
			<updated>2009-12-28T20:15:00.000Z</updated>
			<content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;input type=&quot;hidden&quot; id=&quot;gwProxy&quot;&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;/input&gt;&lt;input type=&quot;hidden&quot; id=&quot;jsProxy&quot; onclick=&quot;jsCall();&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;Bipolar 2 disorder, with a side of Borderline Personality Disorder. Newest official diagnosis. Bright side: a lot of things make a LOT more sense, now. Things I knew didn&#39;t fit into the bipolar, but had no other explaination for, I now have an explanation for. The best part: my therapist SPECIALIZES in BPD. Says she lovvvves working with it. &lt;br type=&quot;_moz&quot; /&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;As much as moving back home and living in this shitty environment with no friends and real support system completely blows, I feel like I got really lucky in doing so. I feel like this time, I can stay in treatment. I can learn to manage. I can learn to be &amp;quot;normal&amp;quot;, or as close to normal as any of us really ever get. I can fix myself, and in doing so, I can get stability. &lt;br type=&quot;_moz&quot; /&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;I&#39;m excited about this. Er, well, the fact that finally people are getting to the bottom of this, rather than throwing meds at me and spitting out cliche&#39;s for an hour a week. I&#39;m also excited that today I found out I qualify for Voc. Rehab, who will help me pay for school. This means I can get my Bachelor&#39;s Degree after all! :D&lt;br type=&quot;_moz&quot; /&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;In other news. My birthday was fantastic. My friend from Charlotte came to visit for the day/night. She brought me cheesecake, and even bought me a present. Christmas was great. My sister helped me decorate the tree, I got absolutely everything I asked for gift-wise, and mom made my favorite meal. I even got to go to Asheville this weekend to see my 3rd sister [non-related] while they were up visiting her in-laws for the holidays. Met her 1 year old daughter [my non-related niece] for the first time. &lt;br type=&quot;_moz&quot; /&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;So that&#39;s life. Probably won&#39;t update again until after the new year. So happy new year, or whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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			<published>2009-12-19T09:17:00.000Z</published>
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			<content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;I realized the other day that I think I&#39;d be okay with dating again, if I knew how to meet people. It just sort of hit me, but I miss that feeling of excitement. I&#39;m not really known for getting a second date while casually dating, but the initial &amp;quot;ohmygod I have a date&amp;quot; feeling is pretty awesome. Though, if I&#39;m being honest, I&#39;d rather just find someone to hang out with. No expectations, no pressure, and if it turned into something more then great. If not, at least I&#39;d have a new friend to occupy me and spend time with. The latter is probably the better idea, but the therapist says I should do some dating to re-boost my self-esteem. We&#39;ll see how it all plays out. Like I said, I don&#39;t know how to meet people, anyway. That&#39;s what happens when your whole life is spent behind a computer screen. I lack the proper &amp;quot;people skills&amp;quot; to just strike up conversation in person, unless required to by my job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Then the insecure, neurotic depression sets in and I think &lt;em&gt;why the hell would anyone want to hang out with me, anyway? I&#39;m a mess. I&#39;m on medications, I&#39;m in therapy, I&#39;m jobless, I&#39;m 24 and I still live with my parents...&lt;/em&gt; None of that really screams &amp;quot;I&#39;m ready for a relationship&amp;quot; or even ready to date. How would I bring them back home? I couldn&#39;t. Can you imagine how akward that would be. &lt;em&gt;So these are my parents, this is my sister, and this is her husband. You guys, meet so-and-so&lt;/em&gt;. Yeah, that wouldn&#39;t be weird at all. Ugh. I should really just stop thinking about it, stop analyzing it, and stop obsessing. Easier said than done, but I&#39;m going to try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;The house is still in disarray from the move. My room is the only room that&#39;s done [minus a bedframe that I&#39;m trying to push to get up here today if at all possible]. And hopefully the living room will at least get done so that we can put up our tree and decorations. If it&#39;s not up by my birthday on Tuesday, it&#39;s not going to feel right. So we&#39;ll see. I&#39;d also really like to be able to see Heather while she&#39;s in NC. I miss her tons and it&#39;s rare that she&#39;s ever in my neck of the woods, so I want to try and make it happen somehow! I do have some upcoming visits from Brittany [Tuesday], Brittaninininini [probably February], and Jes [maybe after Christmas]. And hopefully a trip to see Jen while they&#39;re visiting family in the state, as well. So lots of potentials to look forward to. It&#39;s always nice having something to look forward to.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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			<title>So this is new</title>
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			<published>2009-12-14T14:22:00.000Z</published>
			<updated>2009-12-14T14:22:00.000Z</updated>
			<content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I had given up on online journals recently. However, my new therapist suggested having a journal of some sort to write down goals, expectations, criteria, etc... so I had to find somewhere nuetral. Somewhere I didn&#39;t already have an old journal laying around. This led me here. I&#39;ll try not to make this one a bitch-fest and do nothing but complain, but I can&#39;t promise. Anyway, here&#39;s a starter.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Short-term goals: &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Get over him and move on. Maybe even start dating again.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Understand my core issues and how to work with them and/or change the ones that need to be.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Get enrolled in school again so that I can at least finish a certification, if not a degree.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Find a job so that in a year or so I can get my own place.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;STAY IN THERAPY THIS TIME. I have a real bad habit of checking out as soon as I feel improvement. Just because it&#39;s improvement, it doesn&#39;t mean I have to bail.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;I&#39;m considering doing both weekly groups that she leads. Mondays and Wednesdays. I think I&#39;d benefit from them. Not only that, I may even make some friends. Friends that won&#39;t abuse me the way a lot of my most recent relationships have. I think I&#39;ll try Wednesday&#39;s out (since I won&#39;t be able to make today&#39;s). If that goes well, I may try next Monday&#39;s as well. Maybe it&#39;ll keep me motivated in treatment. We&#39;ll see.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;This is my starting point. Just in time for the new year, let&#39;s see if I can reinvent and establish myself for a change. And let&#39;s make this stick.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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