Well, i don't qualify for funding to take the reflexology course. So now i get to ask my Mom for the money. This aught to be fun. NOT! i am not looking forward to telling her. i am not looking forward to hearing what she has to say, or her conditions, or anything from her. i know that what comes out of her mouth isn't meant to hurt me, but it does. i know i should be thankful that i can even ask her. i know i should be thankful for all the help she gives me. It is just that it feels like it costs too much. (Update : Mom called and said she will write out the cheque to the school and i can start on Friday! Thanks Mom!!!)
In other news, i have been referred to a psychiatrist and will be having an appointment of assessment soon. About time for that. The depression isn't going away. It isn't even really getting better. i am just much better at timing my breakdowns. The smallest thing (hearing i don't qualify) sets me into a panic. Having to many happy thoughts even sets me into a downward spiral. Having someone to talk to, about all the changes, about all the loss, even talking about how it feels to have the MIT, will be nice.
Maybe this weekend will be good.
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