It’s okay to be broken. It’s like that saying that I actually kind of hate: “Broken crayons still color.”
I guess that’s true.
I just feel broken. I know it’s because I am more vulnerable because I’m not feeling well. I also did not factor in Easter when I was thinking about food events coming up and talking to my dietician. I have zero idea how I’m getting through that as of right now, but I will figure it out. I will probably just be really sick.
Anyway, my mood is crap. It has been for a while now. Last week I was more focused on my physical health so I didn’t have as much insight into how my mental health was doing.
Now I have more insight and I realize last weekend was very difficult for me having to go back to the emergency room and wait for six hours and everything. Also getting no sleep that night and just the whole thing. It really took its toll on my mood.
So I guess I feel broken today. Just shattered really. I am supposed to be working on ways to soothe myself when I feel crappy. This is one of them for me (so sorry if you got this far and are wondering why I’m rambling…).
I also have a big fuzzy blanket. I’m a fan. It’s soft and it keeps me warm.
I just wish I could sip a cup of tea or something too, but that is definitely not in my playbook for right now given my stomach. Oh well.
I’m going to try to psych myself up to eat dinner tonight, which I think is salmon and grilled potatoes and maybe another vegetable, so it should be fairly decent on my system. Then I am hopefully going to be able to go to the Good Friday service at church.
Tomorrow I want to clean a little area in my room. Maybe change my sheets. Depends on how I feel. I won’t be a failure if I don’t get that done.
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