My Therapy

I had my first new session today.

I hate therapy.  I hate letting everything out.  There are just things I don't like to talk about.

She was really nice, though.  The therapist, I mean.  She listened and it didn't feel like she was judging me.  It was a good thing, though, even if I wasn't really comfortable with it.

The other people waiting, though...I swear they were whispering about me on my way out.  The Boyfriend says I'm just anxious and depressed and that's affecting my view of others.  He's probably right.

Otherwise the week's going great, though.  I'm nervous about all those papers I turned in, though.  Especially since I have like three more due on Monday.

Some days it does not pay to be a senior in rhet.

Slightly Better

Doing a bit better now, mostly because I'm busy!  It is mid-term paper season, and in addition to my 400-level rhet papers, I had the brilliant idea to take some 400-level lit classes this year too.  Oh well, at least I like writing papers.

So glad I decided against the high level sciences this semester.  That'd be next semester.

Science is pretty amazing, though, so that'll be a fun way to close out my last semester.

Anyway, two papers down, two to go!

<3 everybody who made me feel better over the weekend.  You know who you are!

A Bad Day

So I had an off day.  It's to be expected, really.

I know I should go back to therapy but I honestly thought I was starting to improve, you know?  I thought I'd had a breakthrough.

Then, when I was walking across the quad, some random group of jerks yelled at me.  Yelled that I was a whore.

I know they were just being mean to be mean, but no one reacted.  No one called them on it and I just put my head down and took the abuse.

I've been here in my apartment sobbing for a while.  I called off work and skipped the rest of my classes for the day.  My roommate was super cool, though.  She went out and got me some ice cream.  I feel a little better now, but I'm starting to think I should call up the student clinic and restart therapy.  Normal people don't fall apart from one insult.

What sort of world do we live in, where someone can just scream insults at you and no one does anything about it?

I need a hug.  I'll be sure to keep this thing updated.

Waxing Romantic

I <3 him so much.

If you need me, I'll be over here, swooning.

Also, scrambling like mad to finish this paper, but mostly swooning.

Day One!

Hey everyone!  Welcome to my blog!

My name's Charity Hopewell (yes that is my real name.  Hey, at least I'm not my brother Faith), and I'm a senior in rhetoric.  I'm not comfortable giving out more information than that, though.  Sorry!

...I just realized that giving out my name might not be the best idea.  Oh well!  It may be a silly name but I like it too much to use  a different one.

Anyway, just starting a blog because it seems like everyone's starting them these days!  It's all I ever hear anyone talking about on campus.

Anyway, I have a study-date with the Boyfriend!  See you all later!

<3 Charity