It was with a different doctor because my doctor was pregnant when I first started seeing her and is now gone. Sad. I really liked her.
Now here's the thing... With the beginning of the year I was feeling like things were starting fresh. I was back to eating healthy, I was actually going to the gym, I'd signed up to do yet another 21 day challenge AND I'd signed up for a Run 2,015 miles in 2015 and I knew I could do it. Things were looking GREAT.
And so I went in to my appointment and told her how well things were going... I was taking my meds, I was going to counseling, I was going to get into a support group, LIFE. WAS. GOOD. So she said she'd write my prescription for 6 more months and in 6 months all I had to do was call and she'd extend it for 6 more. Awesome.
I posted on Facebook about it being my 3 month check and apparently one of my friends thought that was some sort of a pregnancy announcement. (It wasn't) And then 2 of my other friends had a FIELD DAY with it. At least it made for some amazing humor. :)
|Just the beginning of hilarity|
The appointment itself went really well. She had me retake the depression test I took at my first appointment and she asked me how things were going. I said things were going better, not 100% but better. She said she was really happy with my progress and the steps I was taking and wished all her clients would take those steps to get better. So I was happy. Got my meds, things were looking up....
And then about a week later, things came crashing down YET. AGAIN. I don't want to go into details (not really my details to share) but some things happened that were really getting me down. I began to think of people I hurt a long time ago, the hurt they are going through now (not related to me) and I started to really beat myself up about it. And as always, I kept most of this to myself which is not good.
There was also a fire at my apartment complex. Not my building... I slept through it, but it caused some panic in me about what I would do if I were in that situation.
Some other things in my personal life were a mess.
So when I went back to counseling, things were COMPLETELY DIFFERENT than the last time I was there (when things were GREAT) and we decided perhaps we should increase my meds. Now I feel like a total jack-whacker having to call the doctor who I had convinced things were going so great and tell her I was apparently wrong. But I need to do it anyway...
I was SO HAPPY when 2015 started. Finally the crap year that was 2014 was OVER. But one thing I didn't consider was that 2015 is going to be filled with the first year of anniversaries for all that stuff and I started to wonder: "Is 2015 just going to be me RELIVING all that happened in 2014?" Because I don't know if I can handle that...
I spoke with my counselor about this. She doesn't think that it will, but I will definitely feel the feelings.
Today was the 1 year anniversary of Cassandra's Death. It's something I've been kind of anxious about. After her funeral, Kelly and I went out to lunch and got burgers and fries in memory of Cassandra. This year we decided to make a tradition of it. I invited a few of the other ladies from work, but they couldn't come so it ended up just being Kelly and me. I was kinda disappointed, but we had a lovely time. Although we work in the same classroom now, I feel like we are always so busy that we rarely get time to catch up and just chat about the things going on. So it was good for us. And we got this MONSTER of a dessert. And it was delicious.
So where am I one year later? Well... the last 2 days I've spent kind of reliving my emotions a year ago. Or at least remembering them. I remember how hard it was.... but a funny thing also happened. I'm able to take a step back and realize how lucky I was. I had so many wonderful people supporting me at the time. My youth and my "assistant" at the time. While I was crying in my office he handled things, left me alone when he sensed I needed it and hugged me when I needed it. My youth weren't mad at me for not being there with them and they even did a balloon release with me. And they were there for me for the next 12 months in all the hard things I went through.
It's funny because when the job was originally presented to me, I was so hesitant to take it. I thought "nope, it's not for me." but I know that without those people, I would not have been able to get through the last year. God works in mysterious ways, for sure....
I did a little writing this morning. Work itself was mostly fine. It was crazy and as I learned on Sunday as well, distraction can be very good for me.
Tomorrow I start my Grief Support Group-- GriefShare. It's a 13 week course and I'm sure I'll be blogging about that. I'm really hoping it will help me get through this. Being able to be with people who actually get what I'm going through will be nice.
As far as the eating and working out.... all my challenges are put on hold for now. I have gained this reputation over the last 4 years of being the girl that eats healthy and works out all the time. And honestly... that's not me right now. And it stresses me out because I feel like everyone expects it from me. And the few times I have been to the gym this year, I've left frustrated and mad because I am not where I once was... And I expect myself to be. And get mad because it's hard. And then I go home and cry. So the new goal is to work out twice a week. Once for Hip Hop and once for something else. I need to just be easier on myself and I will work up to where I was. I just have to be patient.
It's a never ending journey....
To Better Days