It’s been a week of something and I can’t properly describe it to you, but all I know is that it was maybe a roller coaster of some sorts and I can’t understand it sometimes.
In the end, that’s just how it is. I finally got my letter from my consultation hearing for a pregnancy, and it states which medication I can be on which isn’t a lot to the point of not being on any, but pregnancy I heard from my late therapist, means that the hormones can actually help with the mental illness. Something about being pregnant does that according to what she seen and encountered during her work. The 22nd is her wake/funeral and somehow I feel unqualified to go but I am doing what I can understand this grief of mine and pay my respects while getting my medical records from her, which I have to sign a release, a medical one. In the end, that’s life and somehow, I wish it didn’t end. But it has to end, somehow and it scares me but that’s the human condition.
And in March, it will be my husband’s and I’s 7th wedding anniversary, and through the ups and downs, we’ve made it. 13 years together! So, I got my wedding ring back from the jeweler because it needed to have that sheen and white gold needed to be added back on it, because white gold itself doesn’t exist and is merely a combination of other metals.