Saw my psychologist today for the first time in over a month. Felt like I wasted the time that I had; apparently I said things I had already mentioned before. Funny thing, she asked me what my goals for therapy were. I mentioned working on my coping skills... and then my mind blanked out. I honestly had no idea what my goals were. My darn memory. Now that I think of it, maybe the medication is messing with it. It's happened before. Then again, my memory isn't good enough to know if it's happening again. :P I wonder if there's a test I could do to keep track of my memory.

Then again, there was some good. It's nice to talk to someone, and she gave me a tip or two to deal with my sister. And sometimes I need to hear someone saying that I have a good idea, or that I've been through a lot, or whatever. I find it hard to accept compliments, but I love receiving them. Makes me feel that maybe I am a bit good at something.