Today has been really hard and I have to admit I’ve been dipping into my anti anxiety meds to function.
My wonderful husband gave me a back rub and watched tv with me in the bedroom. He’s being very supportive. Yet he still said something that made me want to slap him hard.
Stop being stressed. Seriously stop being stressed? Omg is it really that easy. Here I go … Fuck you.
I just evil- eyed him and said seriously? I wouldn’t be stressed if I could just stop.
I’m fighting not going to to the closet and curling up in fetal position. I don’t even know why I am so stressed. I’ve driven across country before. I’ve lived in Omaha before.
It’s actually a really great thing that is happening but I am still freaking out.
I hate my brain pretty much every day.
I agree that it’s not simply a case of mind over matter: think better and you will be better.