Searching for my Roots, Part 2

Wow.

I have to admit to still being a bit gobsmacked by this whole situation.


Not only have I found my birth mother, I've found an aunt, a grandmother, and three siblings.

Who'd have thought?

I've been communicating with my birthmum through Facebook, and it's a little strange just how similar we are. And the "cat thing" I have going? Apparently it's genetic, 'cuz she's a total cat person, too. We have fairly similar tastes in reading, though I tend more towards high fantasy and sci-fi with a smattering of romance (though I'm not above reading trashy novels -- sometimes a trashy novel is just the right thing! ^_^')

This is really exciting. A bit scary. But in a good way.

We're putting together a photo album for T., and I want to make the cover myself. Like, not a picture of me on the cover, but a piece of my own artwork. Something special.

But my first priority should be getting through the quarter. *sigh*

The Affirmation Declaration

Just go. Look. And sign.

New Medication Regime

Wow, so it finally happened.

We're slowly increasing the buspirone, with a goal of 10 mg twice a day, and I've already noticed I'm less anxious. The Test, of course, comes at the next big family gatherum -- if I can get through it without trying to kill Kyle, we know the meds are working.

We added Concerta, an extended-release form of ritalin. Today is day two of that, and I've noticed that I'm [i]focusing[/i] on things, where I couldn't before. Yeah, even things I'm interested in. It feels good to have an attention span.

I feel... good.

Back To School... Maybe

I want to go back to school.

But I'm scared. Not of going back, per se, but of failing. Again.

And yet, I need to go back, complete my education, and get a job. It's almost impossible to get by on $675.00 a month.

And even if it's a shit job, even if it's like, two hours, four days a week, it's something. It's paid work, and at this point, anything helps.