Thanks for the final confirmation before bed there. Gotcha loud and clear, the goal was never for me to find my place and be happy in it. It was to shut up and be happy in the place everyone wanted me.
I can’t go a day without stress. Is that normal? I’ve been working shorthanded for the last week and a half. I don’t want to let people down. I don’t want to let them down. I can’t do this much longer. I am angry and I feel guilty for being … Continue reading
Specifically, allowing myself to get caught without my medication for multiple days. It’s amazing how fast everything goes straight back to hell. Friday I was fine. Saturday I was fine. Sunday I was tense and anxious but mostly okay. Monday I had a lot of problems with anxiety and no … Continue reading
I have suddenly realized that the panic attacks are…not gone. No, they’re a loooong way from gone. But they’re not so overwhelming anymore. I took two panic pills today, and it was the first time in two days that I’d needed any. This is an interesting turn of events. Another … Continue reading
67 weeks to go, 67 pounds to go. This might actually be a doable goal.
The temps don’t climb above 77 for the next two weeks, and most of those days are considerably below that. It is now time for me to haul my sweaters out. I do love sweater weather.