First of all, happy Christmas to my loved ones. You weirdos are fantastic. Here’s a pic of everyone’s favorite pup, Cormac the dog. You’re welcome.

Second of all, my stress levels (based in reality) are very high. My anxiety levels (based in bullshit) are at a remarkable low. Funny how the brain adapts to changing circumstances, isn’t it? Hilarious.

I had a stark reminder of how seriously the school takes grades when a fellow social work student got a low enough grade to “fail” the class….that’s a C or below I think. They are going to be walking in a different graduation than I hope to… namely NOT spring 2019. It’s a crappy situation. They do, however, basically have a job waiting for them, which I imagine is fairly comforting.

((It’s not all doom and gloom, husband would say))

I got pretty good grades this semester, which usually means I feel good about my performance. I’m still a bit reluctant to celebrate, since I’m waiting on a grade from a class that went poorly. I got 81% and change, but the teacher was not friendly and could easily grade me harsh…but no use worrying over spilt milk.

There’s no use worrying in general, however many reasons I can come up with.

The synthroid, however reluctant I am to take another pill, is working brilliantly, and the lithium taper seems to be asymptomatic as one could hope. All in all, my mental health is typical, which is not typical for me, and takes getting used to. All these feelings, relaxation mostly, are strange and new to me. I’m used to being keyed up constantly but I’m not right now. So weird.

I’m still stressed, although it is manageable. I worry where I will be after April. I worry about finding a good job. My therapist likens this to worrying about snow. She says shoveling sucks, but it’s better than doing nothing. So I’m shoveling my snow.

Hoping your holidays are going well, loyal reader.