It’s nearly 2009 and I feel so much and so little has happened this year.

This is the first year I was not hospitalized since before I turned fifteen. I never even came close to it despite one slight downturn over the summer. So slight I nearly forgot to mention it to the doctor. I’m back to seeing him every three months instead of every month.

It’s funny. It’s not through my own doing that I’m well or not well. It’s just medication, nothing more, nothing less. I’ve accepted it’s a chemical imbalance and not something I can force myself out of. Not that I’m helpless. I just don’t know how to word it. Responsible for my behavior but unable to stop the feelings that motivate that behavior is the closest I can come to it.

This is also the year where I end my career at my current school. I’m planning on further schooling but in a field not related to my major (Creative Writing). I love to write but I don’t feel I have the drive or desire to make myself write every day. It would become a chore and I also don’t think I’d make much money as a short story writer and poet.

My cumulative GPA is 3.455. Not fantastically high but not the 3.2-something of two or three years ago. I looked over my grades and I did terribly in the more science/psychology-oriented classes which is funny considering I used to be a psychology major. I hate statistics.

Well, a happy new year to you all! I hope your year has been as good (at least, decent) as mine has been.