Hil, I hope your pain meds include muscle relaxants.

Every time I think about looking for another job, I read something from someone who's trying to find a job, and fear grips my heart again and I decide I better be happy with what I got.

Hil, feel better.

Yikes, beth. I hope you're feeling better today.

I managed to get vegetable curry in the crock pot for dinner tonight before TCG got home. So, I was feeling less guilty about leaving him to deal with both baby wrangling and clean up duty while I showered, until I got out of the shower to find ltc screaming for milk as if she hadn't eaten all day (which was certainly not the case). In better news, ltc is taking to solid foods very quickly and is absolutely loving it.

Going to Tai Chi class is supposed to make me relax and let go of stress. Unfortunately, having to get ready and get myself to class in mid-afternoon stresses me out. In order to get there on time, I have to leave at 3:15. This cuts into the work day and means I have work either earlier or later to make up for it. I wouldn't even be taking a class so far away, except a friend of mine is teaching this one, and I joined to support her. I'm regretting it. She had plenty of students, and I don't honestly care that much about learning Tai Chi.

Bah.

If your friend has adequate support, can you quietly bow out?

I probably could, but I already paid for the course. So I'm in for another 5 weeks of Wednesday nights. I do enjoy going out after class with her, when she can hang out.

Getting out of the house is supposed to be good for my depression, but it's bad for my anxiety. My brain hates itself.

I know that feeling all too well Zen. I'm sorry.

My inlaws are here visiting the baby and I was going to escape to do some errands but I just realized I don't have a car because TCG has mine while his is being fixed. So I'm napping instead.

Napping sounds like an excellent fallback plan, sj!

Thinking good and calming thoughts for you, Zen. Tai Chi definitely should not be an additional stressor! Did the ADs, when you were on them, help with the anxiety at all, or is it coming from a completely different part of your brain that just points and laughs at the ADs until they run away crying?

Getting out of the house is supposed to be good for my depression, but it's bad for my anxiety. My brain hates itself.

I've discovered that I'm afraid to leave the house after dark, which makes errands after work difficult in the winter. Activities that barely register in summer make me very anxious in the dark. I know it has to do with losing Hubby, I guess he was more my security blanket than I realized. It should get better, now I know what's going on and can reassure the inner frightened person that we can deal with the monsters out there (I don't tell her there are no monsters, she knows better).

I think I forgot my ADs the last couple of days. Possibly why I'm feeling so stressed. I need to start setting alarms to remind me to take care of myself in between taking care of the baby.