Remember to start thinking right after lunch.
Spike's Bitches 44: It's about the rules having changed.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
And I'm seeing a shrink and a psychiatrist and am in DBT group therapy and I'm on medicine and trying to use all these strategies, and nothing seems to be helping.
Ugh, I am so sorry- I know that feeling and it sucks, and sucks HARD. It's like, "WTF, I'm doing EVERYTHING I'M SUPPOSED TO." Ugh, ugh, ugh.
Hang in there- something will change for the better soon.
{{smonster}}
I'm so tired of feeling so tired and shitty, like the smallest thing requires massive effort.
Stupid thing, perhaps, smonster, but have you had an iron count of late? Because that's EXACTLY how I felt for the eighteen months (especially the last six months) before my surgery and when it was discovered just how low (as in non-existent) my blood count was. Admittedly, I don't have any long-standing depression or anxiety issues, but I was verging on developing them because of how tired and shitty I felt.
Regardless, I hope you find something that makes you feel better soon.
I'm so tired of feeling so tired and shitty, like the smallest thing requires massive effort.
::smishes smonster::
::smishes smonster::
::joins smishing::
You're gonna smish her to smonstereens!
Good thoughts, smonster. I've been there - no fun. I hope it doesn't go on for you for too much longer.
smonsters are totally smish-resilient. Trufax.
::sigh:: Sorry. Frustration overload. Shutting up now.
no need to shut up unless you want to. you need to talk/babble/vent/coo/whatever, we're here.
Just be aware, there is smishing danger.