Thanks, guys, it really did help to just get it all out.

Epic, I'm so sorry. You're dealing with so much. Do you have a support system or people to give you sanity breaks? What can we do?

I've got friends who check in with me a bit, but I really do just have to Get It Done. I'm getting what sanity breaks I take for myself; I already had so much scheduled last weekend and this, that I HAVE to take breaks. And I thankfully have a day off on Monday to decompress (and maybe deal with some [minimal amount of] stuff around the house).

I wish I knew what help to ask for, it's hard.

But when I pulled up in front of my house last night (after dinner, just didn't bring it up with my dad), my neighbor across the street (who I haven't been seeking out , partially because she's dealing with her own stuff as her husband has been in the hospital since this spring after a paralyzing back injury coupled with a cancer diagnosis) called me over and asked what's up and let me cry and encouraged me to come over and hang with her in the evenings. She's got a lot of family locally, but I guess her house gets kinda empty at night. So, we might be able to help each other through. Sometimes the answer doesn't look like you expected, but it's still nice to get an answer.

Commiserating with your neighbor sounds like it would be good for both of you. Could any of your local friends make up a large batch of food that you could heat up quickly? Sometimes it really helps just not to have to worry about eating.

Funnily, I was just looking at a big bowl in the fridge last night that my BFF's mom (who is friends with my mom) made for us when...I can't remember the occasion, Mom home from rehab maybe. It was a nice gesture, but most nights I get home late enough that I've either grabbed dinner on the road, or I fix a bag of microwave popcorn. Definitely something to keep in mind when she comes home again, tho. Thx.

Sometimes the answer doesn't look like you expected, but it's still nice to get an answer.

That is lovely, and so true. I'm glad you have someone nearby to lean on.

{{Epic}} I hope you were able to get to the show last night and distract the brain some. I wish I were closer to give you a proper hug.

This morning my sister and I will pick up step-dad from rehab and bring him home. He is healing well.

So, the most viable Democratic candidate for my congressional district, who used to post a bunch of stuff complaining about Sanders supporters and brag about how much work she put into campaigning for Clinton in Ohio, is now doing interviews with The Young Turks and calling herself a Berniecrat and posting a bunch of stuff complaining about Clinton supporters. (Personally, I never really liked her, but she's definitely the person who has the best chance -- though still slim -- of beating our current awful Tea Party representative, so I reluctantly said I'd volunteer for her campaign, though she never got back to me on that. But, really, all the local Bernie people remember how much she antagonized them just a month or two ago, and now she's antagonizing the local Clinton supporters, and really, what is this supposed to accomplish?)

So my progress in my life includes applying for jobs instead of having anxiety attacks (well mild ones) looking at jobs and writing a resume.

I just discovered after applying for 6 jobs I have a typo on my resume that has been copied over into the application of every job I applied for. I'm also trying not to get discouraged because there aren't a lot of options but I have applied for a receptionist job and even a month ago I felt like I wasn't capable of doing that.

Hil, that really does sound like a choice between the lesser of two evils. I'm not sure I could campaign for her, myself.

askye, you're doing so great! Applying for jobs is just hard, and harder with anxiety. *fistbump*

I plan to have a lazy Sunday in my pajamas.

My middle sister is apparently living in sin with her ex-husband! Or at least going on multiple vacations with him, and describes themselves as being together but not married. She was always a weird combination of daring and conventional. She dared to wear blue jeans to school (back in the early 70s)! And then she got married to her high school sweetheart, though that didn't last and she got married again. My mother would plotz--and I'd enjoy watching it.

I'm seeing Awesome Doctor today about getting back on antidepressants, and I'm pre-discouraged because I'm afraid we won't find something that works without prohibitive side effects, or that my insurance won't cover it (I'm going to ask him about Trintellix, which is new-ish, and I'm just expecting Humana to be shitty about it).

And my stupid damn stomach saga is continuing. Starting Wednesday last week, I've had kind of nonstop nausea. And I'm still having some stomach pain. I called the gastroenterologist Friday, and he said that probably the best thing is to get my gallbladder out (the CT scan didn't show gallstones, but the MRI did). And I really don't want to have surgery, because what if it doesn't help? But this has been going on since May, and I really want it to stop. I'm so tired of it.

Since I have to see Awesome Doctor today anyway, I'm going to ask his opinion about getting my gallbladder out. If he thinks it's a good idea, I guess I'll do it. I just want my stomach issues to be fixed.