Ain't no one playin' "Sucks more to be me," just "Sometimes shit do suck surely."

This! Oh, so much this!

it feels like giant failure, it feels like being stuck in a tar pit

Come sit with me, seriously. We have the same brain. But it's actually not our fault.

Yep. You're not alone. None of you are alone in any of this. We're here to support each other through squee AND despair.

Things absolutely will get better post-wedding, because it's so obviously the right choice for you and Tim's lives. It's just that "post" doesn't necessarily mean "today", it means something more like "once you've gotten over the wacky mental immune-system crash and hid out in a pillow fort until things have normalized". And society does a completely sucktastic job of prepping you for that or even letting you feel like it's okay.

What she said!

It's like you've just taken your final exam after staying up late for three weeks cramming, and the exam's over, and you did great, but you've stressed your brain to the point where, now that the big deal's over, something's got to give.

You're not a failure: you survived all the crap this year has thrown at you, the wedding stress, the job stress: all of it. Now it's recovery time.

I wish there was comforting, reassuring phraseology that would make the brain demons automatically say, "Oh, right, that's truth, no getting around that."

I didn't think you were whiny.

and I'm sorry that you were hit now.

and sj, glad to hear your uncle is doing better - better day to you

I'm sorry. I'll do better. You guys deserve better.

Fuck it, you deserve better than to feel this down on yourself. If it were me who was having the kind of ups and downs that you are, no one here, least of all you, would think that I was not good enough for sharing here. It makes me sad that you feel you deserve less tenderness than you would offer to me. Please, if you can, try to talk to yourself the same kind, loving, snarky way you would talk to a beloved friend.

Oh, and what's that saying - we must all hang together or we shall all hang separately? Yeah, let's do that. The bigwigs of the rope industry don't need our business.

Holy shitballs, y'all - since turning 40 my body has totally failed me. Sinus infection and subsequent antibiotic yeast infection and diarrhea.

Come on!

Next week I have my wedding anniversary and then going to Denver for Great American Beer Festival and I need to be in better condition.

Tep, I'm sorry that you're having a tough time. It's totally understandable... you're still stressed/recovering from stress.

Tom and I have tried several times to go off our anti-d's and it's never worked out for very long. It's all so complicated and unique and brain-sensitive.

My totally pulled-from-my-ass scientific opinion is that I've been working so hard to hold it all together that once the big thing is behind me, the whole giant tower of blocks has no choice but to come down at once.

I tried to explain this to my husband. With me, it's often getting through a concert series. You spend a week (or whatever period of time) going "I can't get sick, I can't get sick, I can't get sick"), and then that period of time elapses, and it's like your body suddenly has permission to be sick.

Case in point: Finished my concerts Sunday afternoon, had a fever by Sunday night.

To me, it's like those fish that live deep in the ocean. They can live under pressure, but they die when brought to the surface.

I think of it like, you know how a plant is kept upright by the pressure of the water in its cells? Then if the water goes away, the pressure goes away, and the flower wilts -- it collapses because there's no more pressure. Sometimes the pressure is all that's keeping me upright and functioning.