There is Stuff going on, which I’ll hopefully be able to talk about a bit later this week when I get all my mental ducks in a row.
But today I had time with friends, after a few weeks of not being well enough to drive or do anything besides concentrating on breathing.
I read their toddler books while she sat on my lap and then I tickled her toes. I talked with my friends. I enjoyed Jeremy Renner’s arms in Hansel and Gretel: Witch Hunters. I played around with a new eye shadow I’d bought, relearning a technique I’d forgotten how to do properly. I got complimented on it, although it was really all due to my excellent teacher.
I did human things. Like a human being.
Then I got in my car, turned the music on as high as I could stand it, the sound reverberating in my chest, and screamed until my throat felt raw, the feeling of how much I hurt moving the small bones in my ears.
I felt nothing.
I love you and I’m glad you’re here. I’m so sorry it’s so hard. I believe things will improve and you will feel better with time and a whole lot of care. XOXO
Oh Kammah. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh. Urgh. I am worried about you. Is it really not getting any better? Do you have a good doctor that you trust? Do you need a new doctor? Is there ANYTHING I can do? I am really worried about you. And I am so sorry you are going through this. I know it’s probably too much right now but if you ever want to email me, I am here to listen.
I do have a good doctor. This is general depression suckitude and also Stuff related that hit me, hard, today on the way home. I have a therapy appointment tomorrow and I really, really, really like her.
For what it’s worth, I appreciate that you are worried. I’m, frankly, pretty worried too. But I’m working on fixing…everything.
I’ll reach out and email if I feel up to it. Thank you.
Oh Kammah, my dearest. I am so glad you went out. I love you.
I’m sorry. This sounds so hard. I hope you find solace, soon. *HUGS*
I am here. For anything. Phone. Email. Smoke signals. If I can help please…just ask. Squeak a little. I’m worried about you. But…you have so much love and support.
Love you! *awkward shoulder pat*
Kammah Sweetie, I’m so sorry for all of this. I want you to know that I think you’re the tops and I’m here for anything you might need. Really. Call on me.
Kammah, I’m thinking about you a lot. I’m glad you have a therapy appointment today with someone that you like. Will you promise me to call her, or someone, when this gets hard(er). Email me anytime.