A mess of stress
"It's been one of those days", I say to myself after every single day has been "one of those days".
I've been going through it lately. Just a horrible ball of depression and stress, with a daily migraine as the cherry on top. I'm so exhausted that I can barely write this, but I feel it's important for me to document.
I'm stressed about so many things: the world (the environment, politics, everything!), my family, my friends, my house, myself, and a whole variety of things completely out of my control. Will these daily migraines ever stop? Are my friends going to be okay? Will my family's health and financial state improve? Is there hope for the future and the planet? Will my depression ever be cured so I can actually function and cherish life as intended?
Everything is scary and stressful and looking bad. I'm desperate for hope and good news; signs that things might be okay. Signs that aren't immediately shot down by despair.
I have bloodwork tomorrow. Normally, I'd be a nervous wreck, but I'm slightly more comfortable this time around, as my last bloodwork appointment with this particular doctor went remarkably well. I didn't throw up or faint, although I did have to sit down on the ground outside for about a minute. I'm hoping things will play out the same way (give or take the sitting on the ground bit). I'll just do what I did last time: keep my eyes shut and the music through my earbuds loud enough to drown out the sounds of medical stuff taking place. I'll be fine.
Sure wish all my other problems were that easy to solve. Oh well.