I just love this day. My psychologist with his team of experts have finally given me a diagnose; moderate depression. There's nothing I like more than being labeled and moderate depression was excactly what I was aiming for. It's a nice achievement. My boyfriend agreed on it. We high fived.
Anyways, they've made a plan and everything on how we're going to approach the situation. I don't remember how the plan looked like, since the bullet points were many. Maybe not that many, but the content of the points that were there were rich. I don't know. I have serious problems concentrating, so I found myself spacing out in the middle of it all.
They also said that the significant improvement I need between now and this summer was realistic if I work hard, so hopefully I'll be able to continue with my studies in Hungary the next school year (long sentence). The alternative is to call the whole thing off, which will most likely lead to continuous visits to my psychologist for the rest of my life and a more severe mental illness. Like Schizophrenia or something. I prefer being able to move to Hungary, though, so keep your fingers crossed for me, if you want. Judging by the picture above, you might want to cross your toes as well.
Who am I fooling. I don't need a high five. I need a hug.
I would love to write about depression itself, but I don't feel capable of it. If you want to read about it, I suggest googling it, or you can go here and click yourself around. The site's in Norwegian.