MAY 2017
I did not write anything last month because I did not care to. So strange - as if I am writing FOR someone. Really, this who thing, aside from my deep love of music, is therapeutic for me. As if just writing out my feelings would help. I don't know if I've been helped. All I can say is I am still thrilled that I am out of graduate school, almost for a year now. As usual, the seasonal affective disorder (my diagnosis) hit this last winter, making me miserable and glum on a daily basis. I have been working out, having lost weight, and feeling good mentally as well as physically. I have a second job a few hours a week to keep me busy and keep my mind off of deep introspection that usually results in suicidal fantasies. I haven't pursued anonymous sex like last year. I don't know if the drive is gone since I'm a year older, or if it has more to do with my crazy mind. I have branched out a little to get involved in various things, to make friends. I