7/7/2014.

This past weekend when I was miserable, I think it may have 'Bob' trying to take me down to the depths of hell again.

Today, I feel pretty well. I actually did things! I took an entire load of stuff to the dump and the guy I met at the register is a huge San Francisco Giants fan and told me a 'we are taking you down tonight'. Super funny.  I only cleaned up my space because my case worker (SC) is coming over this week. Do case workers inspect and report to your psychiatrist and psychologist what your place looks like? My gut says yes, but I don't know. If she does, I don't need Mr. Zen and JEL on my case.

I also met a woman in the waiting room in the in the psych department lobby from Dominican University and we talked for 30 minutes. We laughed so hard talked about the quirks of Dominican. It was SO great to laugh so hard. It made me feel normal.

When I first arrived at my group therapy appointment tonight, I was minding my own business eating my nectarines, and a little old lady put her hand out and asked for my second one. I looked at her...looked at my nectarine, grunted but still gave her my nectarine. I didn't want to because I can taste so few things, but I did. I could tell when she bit into it that it made her happy, but I still wanted it.