The pink was had and enjoyed thusly. >:D

It was a good birthday, indeed. :) I had planned to go out to dinner and go do all this fun stuff. And I got all cute and in my new pink shirt (somehow we took NO birthday pics which plagues me constantly) and we headed out to paint the town red. But after driving around, I realized I just wanted to go to waffle house and eat toast and grits. (The south has got me: I love grits. They are such a comfort food for me now.) So, that's what we did. And we stopped by a cute place we found recently and got some homemade tiramisu for my birthday cake. :) And we came home and I got on my new pink jammie-pants Johnny got me from Victoria's Secret and we watched movies and were cozy. It ended up being a very simple birthday with no yelling of surprise or singing or candles. And, I must say, I think I liked that best of all.
Also this week I went a step up in my new medicine, so I've been enjoying side effects much of the week. :P I always do with every medicine I ever take. I realize I've actually spent a good fraction of my life side effecting. You'd think I'd handle it better. So, I've been gaming more and having John read to me more while I felt blcky. That part has been great. But, I'm starting to feel much better and will have to start being responsible again. Blast.

I also met my therapist. Her name is Regina and she's a happy black lady who you can tell knows who she is and doesn't let stuff bother her. I love that. I want to be that. We're just trying to work out a good schedule because she's got a lot of patients. I think she's going to help me a lot. And she's an active therapist. I had one a long time ago when I was 19 and he'd just sit there. So, I'd think up something sad or "traumatizing" from my past and tell him. And he'd ask how that made me feel now and it was basically pointless and not helpful at all. But Regina actually discusses things with me and is herself rather than some psychiatric persona that "listens." She's more human with me and has reactions to the things I say and doesn't talk in that annoying "soothing" tone or anything like that. The therapist that helped John a lot was similar. He wore a faded Nirvana t-shirt and had his diplomas in a drawer. :)
All in all, things are going rather well. The medication isn't numbing me about life thus far. When I get stressed it doesn't have to go to anger or depression, it just stays where it is and I have more control of it. This kind shouldn't cause a lot of weight gain, but if it does: *shrug*. I've spent a lot of my life worrying constantly about that number. Everything is temporary - the meds, weight, etc. It's not permanent and I can change it and handle it. I'm in control of this life. :)