moving ahead

In the months since my last post, I’ve gotten a dog, moved back to Northeast Ohio, bought a house with my fiance (yes, I am engaged), started a new job, quit that job and started looking for another new job. So, my life has gone through a few changes.

I haven’t seen a therapist in months because at the moment I don’t have health insurance (there was no health insurance at the job I quit either. It was a horrible place to work and left me no time or opportunity to look for something better).

I also stopped taking the anti-anxiety medication. Actually, I stopped taking the meds about two months after I started. It just wasn’t working for me.

When things get rough, I have pep talks with myself or revisit some old therapist advice hidden deep inside my memory bank.

I still worry often about abandonment, germs, dog slobber, carpet stains, injuries and people thinking I’m boring or unlikeable.

But as one friend has told me in the past, “Relax, girl. Crazy chicks are never boring.”

At least that’s one less thing for me to dwell on.