POPPIES WILL MAKE THEM SLEEEEEP!

So today was my last day of therapy. Typically, one doesn't talk about what they achieve or discuss with therapy, however, I'm not very typical. I had originally started going to therapy because I have been suffering from severe depression, particularly in the last six months. My first encountered my therapist, it was revealed that I was highly, highly depressed and needed immediate attention. It was only two months ago. I'm incredibly pleased to say that I have made significant gains. I made a letter revelations about myself, particularly those about what I am worth and the validity of my personality.   I cannot recognize that I'm not crazy, that all of my relationships have developed for a reason, and that I am capable of many many things. And the state of my fertility doesn't dictate my value---that one's important.

Quite frankly, I think it's incredibly impressive that I've made all of these assertions, and it took on the only a matter of weeks to come full circle. I think it's probable that I had it with me the entire time, I was just diluted by unstable brain chemicals. Chemicals, and a pathetic diet. I'm bad at eating.

I only have a little over a week left in Minnesota. I'm doing much better with this than I anticipated. The movers are going to pretty much pack everything that we own, so I'm just waiting around for things to happen. I devoted this time to spending with all of my friends, particularly David and Kristine, as well as the Stanges, the Williamses, and everyone else who has shown us kindness here in this town. Jacob has been out of town for this entire week, so it's been nice to have friends around me. As part of my new lease on life, I've decided to make follow through on some life-long aspirations, things that I've put off just because I was waiting for my family to happen. I've realized that I already have a family because we make our own families in this world. I don't need to wait for anything to happen, I just need to take initiative. That's a pretty convoluted way of saying that I got a tattoo.
It really wasn't that bad; yes it did hurt at times because part of it is over bone, but I could handle it. Since Jacob was in Illinois already, David accompanied me to the tattoo parlor, as I did the same thing for him a year ago. However, David didn't have to be asked to leave due to his inappropriate pantomimes of bathroom problems. Good job, David.
Anyway here's a photo of it that David took right after it was completed. The symbolism behind it involves the poppy goddess, Demeter, as a symbol of depression, loss, and motherhood in both Greek mythology and literature. The stocks of the poppies form two 11's which is my birthday, and the stock of the bud crosses over to form an H for my last name. I drew it; the tattoo artist didn't alter my design at all! So, yeah! I'm pretty solid in this decision, and I'm glad I took the initiative! And, Jacob likes it, so that's a definite plus!