Sorry, Not Sorry

Funny thing, this.  After yesterday's breakdown, I'm feeling footloose and fancy free.  After spending the entire day at my desk doing nothing but thinking and crying and researching (no, I did not have work to do because my classes are just starting), I went home.  My darling partner changed up all of our well-thought out plans to make lasagna and cannolis and made me tomato soup and the most perfect grilled cheese sammiches ever in the history of grilled cheeses.  Dear CJ even put up with my scattered hyperness (a side effect of an anxiety-wrought day) and would not even let me wash dishes (although I had no intention to).  We spent the evening snuggling with the puppies and watching movies.

I realized, though, that I may have insulted you, my friends and family, in yesterday's post.  I want to explain right now that I am not apologizing for putting my thoughts there and showing you what is in my mind.  These are thoughts I deal with quite frequently or at least very similar thoughts.  I do apologize if you felt hurt by that.  I know who my friends are most of the time.  I know that if you are reading this, you probably don't hate me or you googled me.  If you googled me, well, I don't like to hide who I am.  I am actually a great person who, like a good portion of the American population, has a mental disability.  I cannot be ashamed or hide that fact.  I must be true to myself.

Today is a completely different from yesterday.  I'm feeling my normal, perky self.  I don't hate the idea of putting my thoughts down, and I certainly am not doubting everything.  I have an interview today with a company that seems amazing, and I'm excited and nervous.  Preparation is my motto today, so that's what I'm doing now.  Thanks everyone.