Good session with psychologist today. Managed to discuss pretty much all I wanted to make sure I did, and I feel quite a bit more at peace.
Up coming good thing: Local Ren Faire.
Up coming Something thing: Talking to local community college about what my process would be to enroll in a career tech program given that I…kind of have three degrees already.
Fuck you, anxiety.
Might call psychologist’s office tomorrow to see if there’s anything sooner than Halloween.
Can I just short cut and call my gender “Knight in Shining Armor”/“Awkward Prince Charming”/“Wannabe Dapper Swashbuckler”?
I feel like I haven’t given her a full enough picture yet of How I Gender and that is making me hella fucking anxious. Because I’m me and my GNCness doesn’t need fixing and and I am a ball of freshly mostly-shaved head anxiety.
It sucks when you’re really getting into some of the meatier part of something, and then it turns out your session time is up, because unlikeyou your psychologist has a better tuned concept of time.
And so then you’re stuck hoping you remember all the things you wanted to continue with when you have the next session, but until then you sit on your anxiety’s desire to Hulk Smash and try to convince it to calm down.
Kirkwall Was Totally Built On a Hellmouth 