Saturday, December 19, 2009

Christmas is coming

It's almost Christmas. It's snuck up but now I just want it to be over with. It still hurts when I think about the fact that I wasn't even invited to decorate the tree with my family. I had been looking forward to that. I went to target and dollar tree today and I guess I'm done shopping now even though there is much much more I wish I could buy for my family and friends.

I've had to sign a lot of papers lately. Between housing authority and the mental health clinic I'm being transferred to. I'm waiting to see if the person named Cliff who runs the groups I'm supposed to start gonig to is going to return my call. They want me to start going to two groups on wednesday mornings from 10-11 and 11-12. I have never gotten much of anything out of stuff that early in the day.

I still haven't made a medical doctor appointment. I keep finding ways to put if off still. It probably wont be until the new year when I am able to face a doctor.

I finally have started wrapping presents. My neighbor on the other side of the brick wall stopped by with a bag of homemade cookies covered in cinnamon sugar and a little box of three kids of lip gloss in a box that has a mirror built in.

I am on my period but went shopping two days in a row anyways. Dollar Tree, Target, Kohls, and Walmart. I found the chocolate oranges we couldn't find anywhere last year. I also bought a few boxes of chocolate covered cherries for neighbors and anyone else who gives me a gift.

Thursday, December 17, 2009


It's been a long time since I posted a blog hasn't it? I haven't really been able to put things into words lately. My brain does not work.

I'm tired all the time. I ache all over all the time. I'm itchy all the time. I'm just plain miserable. I'm always thirsty. I'm often nausious. I want someone to just sit and hold me. I have no one who would ever do that though and it hurts to be touched anyways.

I feel very unwelcomed. My mom especially makes me feel unwanted. She never wants me around. Doesn't want me to contaminate their home. She don't want me to sit on their new couch or go anywhere near her bed. It hurt my feelings a lot when she didn't even let me know they were decorating the Christmas tree. I found out when I showed up over there to pick up Dillon to take him to practice driving and everything was done. That was always one of my favorite things growing up. We'd get a bunch of special snacks and as a family we would put together and decorate the Christmas tree. It feels like they are trying to make me not part of the family at all. They call me only when I have to take the kids to school.

I know I need to make a doctors appointment. I'm not sure why I haven't exactly. I always have an excuse to put it off. I'm dreading going to the doctors again because it always seems to futile and I end up feeling even more hopeless.