And my dad just e-mailed me to ask about Thanksgiving...when I'd be able to leave. It depends on if I'm still taking one of my classes that I may have to withdraw from after skipping tonight when I had a paper due/presentation. So, I have to ignore the e-mail till I'm feeling better, which isn't going to go over well.

Why does my brain hate me?

Email and say "I'll get back to you on that." No need to go into it if you don't feel up to it yet.

{{{{{vw}}}}}

Why does my brain hate me?

Wish I had an answer, and knew how to fix it. You're beloved in this forum.

Apparently, I'm just not ready to be doing everything I'm doing. And I've pushed and pushed and pushed till I finally reached this point. Not very mindful, I guess. I'm also not supposed to problem solve until the crisis is over, but it's hard not to think about this stuff.

But, thinking about it makes me feel like such a failure.

brenda, thanks. That's what I'll say.

vw, bebe, get sleep.

Tomorrow, send your dad an email saying that you got his email and you don't want him to think that you're blowing him off, but you're not able to answer the question until you've had a chance to consider your schedule.

Send your prof an email to apologize. Talk to your therapist about whether s/he thinks giving you a medical excuse would be appropriate in the circumstances. And do not withdraw from the class yet. If that's what it comes to after you've gotten a bunch of rest and considered things when you're not panicking, so be it, but I assure you, a late paper is NOT NOT NOT NOT the seal of doom. They happen all the time, with a lot less reason than you have.

But first? Get sleep.

{{{vw}}} Take care. I hope the feeling passes and you don't have to go into the hospital. Much ~ma to you.

I feel apart today myself. I didn't go to class, which means I now have to make up an exam at the end of the semester. I feel like I am falling apart (again) and I just can't pull myself back together. Teacup Guy is headed over here tonight. I don't want him to see what a mess I can be, but I do want to see him.

But first? Get sleep.

I took a three hour drug-induced nap this afternoon. It didn't help as much as I was hoping. Emily went into work late to stay with me till I was able to talk to my therapist (have I mentioned recently how amazing Emily is? 'Cause she is), then J came over for a while till I was sleepy/relaxed enough to sleep. Now I need to make it till Emily gets home from class at around 10.

Send your prof an email to apologize.

This is tomorrow, right? 'Cause right now I just don't even know what I'd say to him.

Everything is tomorrow. Except the sleep.

VW, amych is wise.

You can make it, and Emily will be home before too much longer.