The bad stuff is easier to believe

I really need to get better about writing in here every day.

Like for the sake of my relationship and my own sanity.

I stopped taking prozac, which has allowed me to actually feel things again (and I’m not hungry all the time, so I’ll probably actually lose weight) but it’s also harder to keep my brain reined in. It seeks out anything negative and feeds on it.
And I am talking the TINIEST crap you can imagine.

There’s positive stuff too…and that’s what I need to hang on to.
And you know, as i write that, my brain whispers “Are you sure about that? Is it REALLY positive?”

Good god this is gonna be hard.

I got quality time with B tonight. We stopped stupid fucking wow early, he listened to lecture and I read. We laid on the bed and were the picture of domesticity
He wants to make me happy…he wants to do things for me.
He’s gonna do a sith cosplay with me.