Just breathe
Mar. 25th, 2020 07:21 amThis is the second morning in a row that I've woken up kind of down. I don't want to do anything this morning. I usually exercise early, but I don't want to right now. Which is dangerous because I need to exercise to keep my mood stabilized. It would be so much easier if it wasn't raining every morning. I want sunshine. I want to warm up with a quick jog in the morning light. At least I get to go out in the afternoon for a walk. I shouldn't complain.
Good news on my dad. He's starting his immuno-therapy on Thursday. The crummy news is he needs an MRI on his back, which has been hurting for months now, and he doesn't do well with MRIs so will be sedated. But at least we're finally moving forward on treatment.
I started to have a panic attack last night, thinking that this will be my life for the foreseeable future. I averted it by reminding myself that I might start teaching online, which will help. But... I've worked really hard to become more social since this summer. I've got two Thursday groups I go to, plus my Sunday critique group, plus friends from one of the Thursday groups. But, now, it's all gone. I'm really afraid of slipping into old patterns. I was in a partial hospitalization program for my depression and anxiety last summer, and it did wonders. However, I'd rather not have to do it again because this derailed me.
I can get through this. I don't have it bad. I can still go outside. I've got my cats. I've got my family even if they're miles away. I can do this.
Good news on my dad. He's starting his immuno-therapy on Thursday. The crummy news is he needs an MRI on his back, which has been hurting for months now, and he doesn't do well with MRIs so will be sedated. But at least we're finally moving forward on treatment.
I started to have a panic attack last night, thinking that this will be my life for the foreseeable future. I averted it by reminding myself that I might start teaching online, which will help. But... I've worked really hard to become more social since this summer. I've got two Thursday groups I go to, plus my Sunday critique group, plus friends from one of the Thursday groups. But, now, it's all gone. I'm really afraid of slipping into old patterns. I was in a partial hospitalization program for my depression and anxiety last summer, and it did wonders. However, I'd rather not have to do it again because this derailed me.
I can get through this. I don't have it bad. I can still go outside. I've got my cats. I've got my family even if they're miles away. I can do this.