|May 11 2011|
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(5/10/2011; about Macroeconomics midterm)
After procrastinating quite a bit, because I just couldn't get myself to really study (I was really nervous), I went to sleep a few hours, feeling badly enough that I took 1 mg of clonazepam before bed, at like, 5 AM. I awoke panicking at 8 AM, trembled my way to my med cab, downed 2 mg more, and went back to bed.
So, 2 hours later, here I am, nervous as all but awake and aware (not even a little bit loopy), and going to the darn thing anyway. I'm not going to do well, but It'll give me a chance instead of automatically flunking me. And as terrified as I am, I want that chance so bad, you guys. I just hope that whatever bad grade I get today, I can make up for, and that I don't crash right in the middle of it.
But going means I have to face it.
I'm terrified and determined and really kind if proud. This is quite the leap of faith in... myself.
Whish me luck? I'll call it a day if I can get a grade right between failing a passing, and can get over there and back in one piece.
Of therapists and treatment and me (vs 2.0)
Forum copy (original version)
Of therapists and treatment and... me
Can being acknowledged as sick create an unfair ad...
Do you need validation too?
I blew it
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