My therapist seems to think I’m managing well. I’ve been making some decisions, or rather they were kind of made for me.
I’m still stressed out. I’m nervous at what is coming. I am usually excited about change and whatever is new on the horizon, but this time I’m scared.I’m worried I won’t be able to handle everything that is about to come my way. I’m worried I won’t be able to make finances work, or keep it together for my possible new job.
And I don’t remember what it was specifically, but I thought, but maybe I don’t have to be this miserable. I know Cipralex isn’t a magic pill or anything, and I don’t want a happy pill. I just want to be able to breath. I want some peace. I try to do that without meds, but it’s only barely working and I still feel like I’m hanging on to my sanity by a thread..or with the help of my daughter’s smile. I’m not sure which.
I try to meditate, and go for massages. I’m trying to start walking more. Sort of. And I feel like I’m slowly getting it together. But I’m exhausted. I need a break but I’m on a break!
And soon I’ll have to start a regular job again. I’m scared I won’t be able to keep it together.
And then stuff blows up and I just don’t know if I can manage.
So I’m debating going on the meds. So it can be a little easier to work through. I guess, it’s not the being on meds part that worries me right now, it’s the ‘how am I going to react to the meds’. What if I have some horrible reaction to them? Or what if I space out the way DH did for a week when he was first on them. I can’t afford to not be fully functional and be me. Then again, I don’t really feel like I’m me right now either.
I think I’m tired of making decisions.
And as much as I love sunshine..I really don’t like being sweaty..and that’s kind of ticking me off right now too.
Can someone please make me stop bitching! I’m getting tired of hearing myself bitch!