Therapy Tuesday
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This is what I woke up to this morning.Oh, and yesterday morning? I got an e-mail from someone new on match.com. Maybe it will all work out in the end. Good bye silly man, hello someone different. I do believe the dating gods are giving me another chance.
And like I told my therapist this morning, I knew when I was feeling sorry for myself and thinking bad things about myself on Sunday night, I would probably (hopefully) wake up on Monday morning and not feel that way. And I didn't. At least not so much. That's some serious progress - that the self-hatred doesn't go as deep or last as long.
Oh, and I started a new blog to share my recipes with you. Because I'm self-important and narcissistic like that. The Basement Cook. The title sounds like I'm making meth or something. But you all know me better than that.
Or do you?
7 comments:
Hang in there, kiddo. Things sometimes have to feel worse in order to get better. One step at a time.
Finally! I've been looking for a new meth recipe.
Now if you had a meth-based meatloaf, you'd have something.
Ugh... you are not making me miss home (Massachusetts) at all right now. I think I'll stay right where I am, just far enough south that I hopefully won't have to face that this winter...
will this include microwave friendly recipes? in addition to drug manufacturing? :)
The sun'll come out
Tomorrow
Bet yer bottom dollar that
Tomorrow
There'll be sun
Or ice, or some kind of weather.
Glad it worked out.
Yeah recipes!
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