Being diagnosed with a chronic disease really sucks. I’m already prone to depression and anxiety, so I’m trying not to get too blue about it, but I also need to remind myself that I’m allowed to fully feel the range of emotions that might be experienced when going through this kind of a life change. I think a little melancholy is a pretty predictable response to this sort of situation.
Went to the hairdresser on Monday and told her I was tired of platinum blonde and wanted to go back to my natural colour. I immediately regretted that decision, and I’m sure this colour won’t last long without me modifying it somehow.
Also I went to the mall tonight and bought a new sweater (Smart Set, size XL) and a new Roots leather bag since I had a coupon in my purse for 30% off. I really have to acknowledge that I’m privileged to be able to indulge in “retail therapy” when I’m feeling shitty. I’m not ashamed to admit that it makes me feel a little better.