The only way to get attention round here is to be a mental health nursing book!

I’ve been very busy reading and stuff. Too busy by far. So today I’ve had a day off!

Me and Emma and Leah went to town, spur of the moment thing. I bought not one purple sweatshirt but two, a purple tank top, some Christmas pants and 2 pairs of pink pyjamas. We all bought Christmas pants. If you’re that way inclined, you can see them here. Leah was treated to a high school musical calendar and a chocolate milkshake. Emma bought herself two pairs of pants and a dark brown blanket.

We also bought our third christmas present while we were in town. Obviously that can’t be blogged! (Must remember to pay Jeanette for the first two).

This afternoon, me and Emma had a proper sunday roast dinner. I had rice with mine. Rice and gravy are rather lovely together on the same plate. Emma had potatoes. Never really liked them that much to be honest. Then we watched neverending story. I hadn’t seen it before. It’s rather sweet. Especially the big cloud puppy thing. We’ve just been for a little walk to the local shop to buy chocolate. So that’s the evening sorted

I’m only in Uni Monday and Friday this week. It’s looking very very likely that by the exam on the 27th of this month, I will have the research assignment all done and dusted. A restful Christmas is looking like a distinct possibility….unlike last year!

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Been very busy. Reading. Writing. Even arithmetic, believe it or not. That will be because of the research module we are currently undertaking. I’m looking into the effect of dialectical behaviour therapy on the quality of life of individuals diagnosed with borderline personality disorder. Actually, I’m not. That’s what I want to look at. But all the articles concentrate on the reduction of specific behaviours (such as self harm and overuse of mental health services) which may or may not indicate improved quality of life. Anyway, enough of all that.

My faith has continued to undergo radical changes almost exclusively of its own accord. I don’t have a problem with it. It’s exciting. My philosophy and my faith have kind of traded places. I used to hold fast to certain principles like the inerrant truth of the bible and God being male. That kind of thing. I don’t know why. I think someone probably told me I’d go to hell if I didn’t. Anyway, what came out of my mouth sounded pretty sure and certain most of the time. But what went on in my gut was far messier. It became most uncomfortable at times.

Anyway, lately I hear myself talking and it sounds, even to me, like I’ve lost faith, gone off track, or whatever. I just seem to find myself going on about all the stuff I can’t be certain of anymore. Which is a lot of the fundemental stuff. I can’t find the words to express what’s being added. I’m waking up in the morning excited about my faith and where it’s leading me. It’s my philosophy that’s come undone, not my faith…..

Other than that, I’ve been a happy bunny mostly. Uni is fun this term. I really like the module leader. I’ve learned loads. And it’s been a good laugh at times. I like the little group of us who seem to have been landed with each other. You really wouldn’t have put us together. Strange mix. And home’s very peaceful. It’s lovely having the Pooles over the road to annoy and vice versa. I’m feeling very grateful for my little lot at the mo. And I’ve rediscovered toffee yoghurts. Could it really get any better?

And Lorraine got a job. I never doubted her for a second. Congratulations!!!