And I’m feeling worn, torn, weary. The things that were once certain to me, in these last 6 months, have become unknown and obsolete.

My financial aid is covering for most of the class costs, so I’m just having to pay for the books. Which is an easy $500, so don’t think I was getting off easy. Either way, I’m thoroughly grateful to be going back to school this summer term. I can hardly wait for my classes.

Databases, Network curriculum and PHP. SO EXCITED. It’ll be good, especially, to brush up on my programming skills.

As far as personal life goes me and my husband are, as always, doing wonderful. I fall in love with him more and more every day, as sappy as that may be.

Mental illnesses? Oh, they’ve been rearing their head and then some. Sometimes I just don’t know how to deal with this rollercoaster of emotions or turbulent tornado of what ifs, paranoia and inconsistencies that my mind provides. I can’t grasp onto reality long enough to be pulled ashore. It takes me down into the under tow. One of these days I’m afraid it’s going to completely take me out. What that means, I don’t know. I just know I’m getting tired.