I got back another positive review on my second essay from my professor. She suggested cutting the first paragraph but beyond that had nothing critical to say about it. I wonder what she’ll think of my one for a grade next time. I’m writing about when I actually lost my mind in the summer of 2005(my car wreck and Hurricane Katrina). I had a limit of 2500 words and it’s a bit beyond that by maybe a hundred words. Some variance is allowed though.
I’m starting to have a little less self-loathing. I went back to bed this morning with no recriminations and no condemnation. I just may have to accept that I need more sleep in the mornings to function and just leave it at that. I don’t know. I do feel better than I have been doing, so maybe the Pristiq is working. That would be nice. I need to function for this family to function properly. I can’t just give up. If it were just me, maybe I could. But kids have to be fed and clothed and my husband needs care and feeding too. I’m hoping this can be a permanent attitude change. We will see.
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