Three good things. Somehow.

1. Tea.

2. Ouran High School Host Club.

3. Advent calendar.

4. Putting my angst with December into very specific terms. I’m upset with unfairness of having to play life with a bipolar/PTSD setting. I’m afraid of the mere existence of my bad memories and possibly reliving them, even though I know chances are far smaller with the Abilify. Upset and afraid are a recipe for sorrow and angst.

I’m not sure how to deal with the upset. The fear is dealt with by confrontation. Or rather, letting the possible memories pass through me and letting go.

I really can’t let go of the unfairness. But I don’t really have a choice. It’s not like the Universe is going to say, “Sorry, let me fix that for ya.”