It has recently been brought to my attention that I'm amusing. Not the first time I've heard this, I'll admit--the first therapist I stuck with told me he looked forward to my sense of humor.
Four years later and I'm still not sure if that was a compliment. (He wasn't a particularly good therapist, but if nothing else he made me feel like I had a good sense of humor).
This blog won't be all rainbows and kittens, I'll warn you of that right now. As I mentioned above, the "you've got a great sense of humor" therapist wasn't the first one, nor the last...even the last one I saw probably won't be the last...which is too bad, because saying "My last therapist was Dr. Quinn." Yes, really, like the show...but without this guy:
to distract me from "treatment." I've been dealing (or not dealing) with depression off and on since high school, with increasing levels of anxiety over the years. It alienated me in high school, contributed greatly to my early departure from the Air Force, and trapped me in a dysfunctional relationship for much too long.
But I'm trying hard. Harder, actually, now that the times, they are a-changin'. I got married last June, bought a house last December, and I'll graduate from college in May. Big changes are triggers for me, and I know that, and I'm trying to prepare. Thanks for coming along for the ride.