Day 32 sober, woohoo.

I saw my psychiatrist today and got my Effexor dosage upped. I also talked to her about cognitive behavior therapy and found out my therapists can work on this with me.

I've been feeling much better lately. So good, in fact, that I'm making all these plans and endeavors in my head; I'm beginning to think I'm having a manic episode. It's not to the degree that I'll move to NYC without any pause to consider long-term effects or to think things through, but I feel good for no real reason. I shouldn't question why I feel good and should get lost in the euphoria. I think I've been happy because I cleaned my room up a bit and did some laundry - major accomplishments for me. I need to keep at it, and I will, just a little bit here and there one day at a time. I need to make a schedule and I need to keep a list of all the little projects I want to do.

I finished One Hundred Years of Solitude. All I can say at the moment is wow - what an amazing book! After I finished the book, I felt unfairly abandoned, burning with a sense of loss, tragedy and love that this book is filled with.