I went to the beach and wrote in a journal. I'm not feeling happy, but I feel a lot clearer about all the various things that are scaring me. Maybe the sunshine will work its way gradually too.
I live on the Rockaway peninsula, almost directly south of Brighton Beach. It's very nice, and I'm grateful you reminded me that I live here and that it's finally warm enough to go to the beach.
I wish I could be sure that I'd be able to afford it next year, but things are unclear financially. I stopped therapy to see if I could handle it, because I have student loans that I'll need to start paying soon, and I'll need to cut back on expenses. I don't think I'm handling it well...and I guess I'll need to balance my priorities somehow, but the therapist told me once that he doesn't believe HFA even exists. So I kind of tucked my diagnosis in my back pocket until very recently. Pulling it out of my pocket has helped in so many ways, although it's also been really upsetting in other ways. Anyway, I don't know if he's the right person to talk to anymore.
I think there are so many questions swarming my mind, and I have to pick one thing to work out first. But all of the problems are inter-related so I can't solve any of them until I've solved all of the rest of them.