Feeling like I’m slipping. I’ve not yet tanked, but I can see it coming. I’m running scared because I’ve got a long list of to-do’s and though I know rationally I can handle these things, they seem overwhelming. Overwhelming to the point I want to hide. I don’t want to wake up. This photo below is of my dad, he was only three years older than I am now, and this was a couple of weeks before he died.
We both look so tired. His birthday was Dec 3, and I have recently found out a lot of conflicting things about him. What am I supposed to do, call him up and ask why he did some crappy things he did?
I’m ill. Like really bad off kind of ill. Physically sick with odd and new symptoms, and I feel so down and sad in a dark pit. Not sure which came first.
All I know for certain is I’m in that snowball-effect, and you know what they say about a snowball’s chance in hell.
Today, I was happy.
I felt thankful. I felt glad to serve my family a good meal. I was overjoyed to hear music, laughter, conversation, and a beautiful blessing at lunch said by my son. I felt very little physical pain. I was not anxious.
This has been such a glorious and blessed day, and I thank God. I forgot what this felt like.
I have been smacking this button all day, but nope.
I still feel like my battery is 100% out in the next few seconds. If I could sleep, that wouldn’t be a big deal, but you know…
Hit a truck today (nudged it, no damage), lost my wedding ring, still so much to do for Thanksgiving/Mom’s birthday, severe back and neck pain.
Just yuck. I want to cry and give in.
Sometimes, I believe that’s perfectly acceptable and healthy. For me, I’ve also found there are times when I can’t give in and sob, maybe because it would take too long to recover?? I will have to think about how to better describe that.
Love & Peace to you all. Xo
Another excellent share.
Raising mentally healthy kids, super important for the kiddo, your family & community/society.
I have Bipolar (and more) as does my son. I agree with what this article has to say, and try to follow it.
Sharing an excellent blog entry and poem from psychcentral, John Kaniecki.