I’m making progress on Dictee but not on my life, it feels. I don’t feel like I’m going anywhere. I need to meet people and do things. I don’t know. I’ll know it when I have it.
I am reading again, I am studying data science on coursera, and I am practicing French again.
And yet I feel like I’m not going anywhere?
I don’t like how much suspicion the doctors instill in you about yourself. Really, I’d rather know for sure and NOT be going anywhere, than be going somewhere and dellusional about it that I’m not. Fucking psychochiatrists.
If that makes sense. I’d rather know myself, than not, even if it means being fucked.