Thought I did pretty well today.
Washed 4 loads of dishes; did 6 loads of laundry; made a small lunch and a small supper; made homemade bread sticks; started cleaning the library; kept my temper; was rather happy; talked to people; took care of my sick daughter; wrote 3 blog posts.
That is a lot for me considering how depressed I’ve been feeling. I was quite proud for a moment there.
But now I wonder how much of that was just nervous energy. The children are in bed and I could barely stand to let them touch me at hug & kiss time. If I were fine that wouldn’t have been an issue…right??
Plus I took 2 anxiety pills at like 7pm and I just took 2 more an hour later because the first two did nothing.
I considered taking a higher dose of my meds tonight too, but I’m afraid I’d have trouble waking up in the morning; or, more importantly, if something happened in the middle of the night.
Anxiety meds are slowly kicking in finally. My clenched stomach is easing a little, but I’m still feeling a little jump in my chest at every sound I hear.