Thanks Windy.
I feel like I'm in this weird middle ground where I'm better than I was (not depressed and anxiety is manageable) but not sure of what to do next. And how to track my progress. I haven't worked since I left the temp job due to anxiety and that was...August I think? And looking at job listings no longer makes me hyperventilate and start crying, I just feel a low level of dread. So that's good?
And I know I'm really privileged to have the support I have so I end up feeling guilty about that times.
And my confidence in my ability to work has totally been shot, I keep thinking I'll wait until the medication makes me more stable, but what if that takes a while and I'm not sure what to do? And I've talked to with my family and Will and my therapist and they are all okay with how things are progressing but...
I hate my brain sometimes.
Clearly he sees his dad as a John Bunyan type of figure.
Yes, as is right and proper.
Anne, I'm so sorry for your loss.
So that's good?
Yes, better is good, even when it feels like you want it to be more and to come faster. But it's better.
bonny, I think I'll call my vet tomorrow and ask how much a fecal test is. I can just bring in a sample, they're a nonprofit so rates are pretty low. Xusha has ear mites and/or a yeast infection in her ears, and Frankie is overdue for shots.
Oh boy. Yeast in the ears really needs treating.
We had a fecal test done, which I'm glad was clear, but I would have loved to not pay that 50 bucks.
I hope your test provides helpful results!
{Anne}
I would like my phone to tell me my number (it says "unknown") I would like the stove to take less than 5 minutes to unlock. And I would like to be done with this whole sleep cycle adjustment thing.
Much headlology and animal -ma to everyone.
I'm so sorry, Anne.
Ugh. We hoped and still trying to hold out hope that we would sell one of our boats today. Buyers flew down from Rhode Island. First the weather is awful, second, the broker just called from out on the water and says he can't get the generator to run. Of course it was just running fine. We have poured an unbelievable amount of money into this boat to make it as perfect as possible. PLEASE universe, give me a break.
Yeah, the universe apparently is in no mood for giving me any breaks. The port engine failed on the sea test. No boat sale. Just the latest in a series of bad crap. Really discouraged. DH is in tears. Stress is killing us both.
Ugh, Laura, I'm sorry the sale didn't work out.
