Yoga with Debi

FEBRUARY 1, 2024

Alright next day. I arrived at yoga like half an hour early, and in that extra time, I rolled out a mat and did the first two pages of my physical therapy exercises. In yoga, a lady named Diane said hi to me. I forget if I’d talked to her before. I also grabbed a photo with Debi. After yoga, I went to Starbucks and got a blended caramel high rise. I also decided that attacking my depression is like kicking a jellyfish. It just bends around you and doesn’t hurt the jellyfish at all. However, it can hurt you, just like a jellyfish will end up stinging you. I also sort of knew how bad it would be to move in with my dad. And now, it really is that bad. I’m quesioning why I’m even doing this project anymore. I don’t really take sufficient notes to do it well. 

I did my morning meds and night meds at the same time, 8:30. The morning ones were with something I didn’t write down, and the night ones were with two pieces of cod. In a way, writing this is just driving home for me how badly the brain injury has hurt me.