Today, like almost every day last week, I've been an emotional wreck. It's not about anything in particular, either. It's about everything.
I'm hoping it's just medication changes, but maybe it's also about life changes. Things have been H A R D this month. Hard. From being in the ER on New Year's Eve to January 3rd being 21 months, to Steph's 27th birthday, to - just everything.
Work has been rough, and I'm overscheduled. School has started back up and is even harder so far than last semester. And I've been sick off and on, had a surgery, and had more medication heaped on me here and there. Through it all I have to just keep going; I don't have any choice. Part of me wants to curl up in a ball and cry, but I can't. I'm afraid I'd never get back up.
Some days are much harder than others. Today is a Xanax kind of day, but I can't take one just yet. I have to finish work now. If you don't hear from me as often as you used to, it's because the plate is full and is bending the table in half.