And The Slow Ascention To Sanity Commences

Hey y'all! Sorry for the prolonged absence. After the medical debacle, I sorta lost my grip on sanity and have henceforth spent the last two weeks in an anxiety and stress-ridden state of panic which if discovered by the media might actually indicate that I should be studied. Last week I basically cried and curled up into a ball and decided that...you know what? 18 is a good, ripe age, and its totally okay if I die in the fetal position on my bed. Then I saw my therapist. He informed me, as kindly as possible, that this opinion wasn't really valid. Then I grew up.



I could probably say that literally, too...because this weekend was my birthday. In February I decided that I didn't want to make a big deal out of it. This failed. Somehow I managed to get my panic-ridden ass on a train to my friend JK's college. There, her and K and Sheryl threw a party for me. Really, they did! They bought me dinner and balloons and decorated and they even got a ColdStones cake! JK and I completed the fifth year of a Birthday Tradition we have and watched intense movies. I spent two and a half days hanging out with some of the coolest people I've ever met, walking in the amazing sunlight among anciently beautiful buildings and eating way more junkfood than should be legal. I even got to go thrift shopping, which is a secret passion of mine that rarely if ever gets exercised.



My actual birthday- which was Saturday- was almost completely uneventful. I took the train the rest of the way home, ate some delicious cupcakes that my mom made me, and took a four hour nap on my favorite couch with my cat laying next to me. My momma made me my favorite dinner, we watched Oprah (not a typical practice for me, but she was excited about a Justin Timberlake interview that she had DVR'd). Later I went to Wyoming's house to hang out with her and Dayton.



By Sunday I was starting to feel the panic of having to go back to college come back. I woke up at 7:45 with a panic attack. It passed, I went back to sleep, then went to Wyoming's. She threw me a party with plenty of Dew and a beautiful cake. Then we went mini golfing (slash bowling, hockey, pool, soccer).



So this past weekend was amazing. I was able to come back to school with a better and healthier sense of self and while I am far from perfect, I at least am able to take the occasionally deep breath and even relax, once in a blue moon!



I'll try to write more in the coming days, but really I'm just trying to hold it all together for the next six weeks until I can get home with grades good enough that I can transfer to my new college without drama.

Some things coming up in the next few weeks:
The birthday of my brother, whose gonna be 16. Woah!
A tour of a local Museum for a project. I <3 museums
NYC Picnic! Woot!