one month on prozac
i started taking prozac a month ago and it genuinely saved me.
this is the best thing i've ever done. i'm so serious. 95% of the time i don't want to kill myself anymore. i don't go insane over tiny inconveniences. i'm not a bitch anymore.
of course, it doesn't magically fix everything. i'm still trying to better myself. not necessarily "fixing" myself, rather just... adjusting? idk. i'm trying to get rid of the mentality that i am (or, i was) a broken person. i don't need to be fixed.
therapy has been great too. i'm gonna have it again tomorrow. it's been one week already? i swear it felt like i just had my therapy session. really don't appreciate how fast time has been moving recently.
college is stressing me out. what's new? especially orgo. fuck orgo. i hope i can figure out equilibrium with acid and base reactions. it's kicking my ass at the moment. i was able to somewhat understand resonance. ...and i still need to finish the problem sets and homework. ugh.
light of at the end of the tunnel, though. cause i'm gonna hang out with my best friend and my boyfriend soon. not at the same time. me and my best friend are gonna go to the mall and gossip. then, i'm gonna meet up with my boyfriend later in the evening. hehe.
at least i have something to look forward to this weekend. oh, that, and being home. i miss my family.