Monday, September 26, 2005

So the old eating problems have been coming up again of late. Something about late September that does it--I'm not sure if it's the decrease in sunlight or the smell of the leaves or the shitty memories or WHAT, but it's been this way since middle school. Maybe even earlier--in sixth grade we had to write a paragraph about our favorite season to put up in the hall; we were supposed to be practicing our cursive or something. I wrote, I kid you not, "I like fall, because it suits my melancholy sensibilities." I'm not sure if that's funny or sad. Probably both, like life is.
I talked to my mom on the phone last night and she could hear that something was wrong. Since freshman year I've had these awful soul-crushing depressions each fall, and I swear I don't know how my mom does it, but she always knows...I was just so utterly depressed today. Nothing seemed worth doing. I half considered calling to make an appointment with the psychiatrist at health services, but thought better of it. I would prefer not to go on medical leave, and it has been not-so-subtly hinted that's where I'm headed if I don't straighten up--straighten up meaning eat correctly and exercise in moderation and have fulfilling personal relationships and not have these little (read:big) depressive twinges. As individuals, I like the therapist and doctor and even psychiatrist I see there: it's really the institution that bothers me. These people are really trying to be helpful, as people, but they're constrained by liability issues. This means that health services' motto is basically "We'll help you all we can--within the parameters of Cornell's institutional policy."

Cornell's instituional policy is cordially invited to suck my left one.

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