in the afternoon, i took a walk to the beach to meet with urchin. it was a visually beautiful day, only the wind was strong and icy and i wasn't dressed for it. the day turned miserable and shivery pretty quickly. i hope it doesn't make me sick.
urchin and i had a long talk about terrible things (although there were some silver linings), one of the most awful bits being that she told me what happened when she went to see a psychiatrist about it.
psychiatrists are dangerous. they apparently know next to nothing about psychology, and their methodology is essentially "prescribe drugs, if they don't work prescribe different drugs. repeat if necessary". particularly horrifying is the combination of drugs that urchin was prescribed and what they tell us of the psychiatrist's attitude towards traumatic experience: when life deals you lemons*, sleep lots and put on a happy face.
* in this case, really fucks you up with a curveball
shit, i could prescribe sleeping tablets and anti-depressants to anyone too.
i got back home so cold that my hands weren't functioning properly, and as soon as they were warm again i dressed properly and headed off to an evening of fluxx and munchkin. it was fun, didn't run too late, and i was completely exhausted by the time i got home. that, coupled with the academic strike finally being over and pg and i having early classes three days a week now, was a good excuse to go to bed early.
after days of existing with my pants around my ankles (metaphorically, of course), i have decided it's time to pull them up and head back into the breach.
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