I'm staying with my family over the school break; I came home today. Just a bit of an update while I'm having trouble sleeping. Everything is pretty good, in a rocky way. I'm just in the process of upping my anti-depressants because the past couple of months have been a pretty severe downslide. I'm hoping the new dosage will do the trick.

I was in counselling for all of 4 weeks, until my counsellor said something appallingly offence and I walked out (I've made a complaint, there's all sorts of stuff going on with that. Stressful as hell but I don't want anyone else to have to deal with her shit, and I really kind of want to hurt her. I don't really want to do a huge amount of personal detail in an open post, but basically I was talking about something traumatic in which I was a victim, and she offered the thought that maybe my conflicted feelings of guilt over the events were because I liked it. And so I walked out and went and stayed with Chris for two weeks and missed two major work deadlines. I'm better now.)

We did an early christmas at my house in Brighton, and it was lovely. Ten friends, lots of food, in my nice little house. Chris's gift to me was paying for my half of the Gambia holiday. My (main) gift to him was a WW2 Naval battle game, complete with miniature model ships and stuff, which he used to play as a kid. He told me about it once and about how he used to love the game, but no one would play it with him, so he'd be both sides. We played at least two rounds a day for the rest of the week. I enjoy it actually, which I didn't think I would, because it's a war game. But disconnection is quite easy and the strategy aspect is fun.

I have a couple of weeks of catching up on work to be done now, unfortunately. But it's nice to be home. I had doggy and kitty cuddles when I got in, and there will be a sunday roast tomorrow. Plus, CHRISTMAS.

I think it's my bedtime now. My job tomorrow is to fill in an application to volunteer for RISE, a support project for victims of domestic violence. Right now, I'm going to read a bit (Unbearable Lightness of Being) and then go to sleep.

Happy Holidays, flist.