I'm horribly depressed. I haven't been able to exercise for five days. I've missed two shifts at Ipsos and might miss tomorrow's as well. My throat and sinuses feel like they've been scoured with sandpaper. I've got a cold sore (I think) breaking out in the middle of my lower lip. George is asleep (he's been pulling the night shift), so I'm totally alone. And just now I found myself looking at an Olfa knife and thinking that cutting would make me feel better.
Of course that's not true. Cutting would just make things a lot worse. But right now I feel so frustrated and so low that everything seems pointless and I can't imagine it getting any better.
I've just got to hold on.
Of course that's not true. Cutting would just make things a lot worse. But right now I feel so frustrated and so low that everything seems pointless and I can't imagine it getting any better.
I've just got to hold on.
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It's okay ... shhhhh now ... it's all right. It's just your body missing it's exercise treat. You should be able to do just a little, maybe tomorrow or the next day -- the flu will pass and when it does you'll be better.
I'm here. We're all here. It's good that you're talking. Even talking helps.
:-)
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Thanks, as always, for the words of support. They mean a lot to me when I'm feeling so low.
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If "same here" as in you're feeling like cutting... *hugs tight*. It truly sucks.
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**Cough** 'Quality control, ma'am.'
Heehee!
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Thanks for the smile. :-)
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