This morning it was a pair of black socks...
It was like the world was over, and if not, I sure wanted it to be...
I feel like I've been beaten.
I feel broken, afraid, sad...
I think I'm moving this topic over to... I have no idea. I don't know if it should go under depression, bipolar, general insanity, I just don't know.
I feel like crap, and I feel like crap because I didn't do EVERYTHING JUST RIGHT so that I feel well. I have to have the PERFECT amount of sleep, eat JUST the right things, NEVER miss even ONE day of meds, Don't get overloaded with sounds, sight, smells, sensations... I hate having to have my environment "just so" in order to lead a fairly productive and successful life. That isn't very realistic. :-( It's angering and frustrating that I need to be coddled and careful, that I have to walk on eggshells around MYSELF in order to not blow a gasket. So much to say, and not the energy or words to say it in... this bites.