Hi. Where do I start? Today is the first day in a long time that I have felt that I’m not holding my breath (literally and figuratively) in what feels like a long time. When anxious times hit, it seems my body starts doing weird things, and one of them is that I don’t breathe. So today I am at least noticing that I’m not breathing, at which point I can try to fill my lungs with air, although at these times my lungs don’t fill with air properly or something. It’s weird. But – I still have an appetite and that is always a good sign. It means that I’m not on my way over the edge of the cliff, I’m just sitting on a rock by the edge of the cliff.
I don’t really know what to tell you. I’m reeeeeeally sick of talking to people about myself. So I will give you a couple details and then we can move on and forget any of this ever happened. My dad ended up having angioplasty in Calgary. They put stents in 2 of the 7 blockages they found. The other 5 blockages are only around 50% and they don’t do anything until 70%. Weird. Anyway, he’s at home now and is on the mend. Our house sale is still in the works…conditional upon the buyer’s finances which should go through in the next couple of days. We found another house that will do in a pinch (which would be the case) and so we’ve got an offer in on it that is conditional upon our house stuff being finalized. So we have a home. Not for the month of August, but after that.
The end. Fill in the rest of the story however you wish. It will probably not end up being as crazy as it actually was in reality.
And now I try to recover. I’m pretty miserable in general which sucks. That seems to happen to me after a period of pushing myself too hard and living off of stress hormones and adrenaline. This one may take a while to bounce back from.
So, hey, I’m pretty sick of talking about my misery. It can get to feel really self-focused a lot of the time. I need to look outward, away from self, to others and to God. I have again been reminded of the invisible safety net that is there for me, even when some of my stress has been created by me.
It seems like everyone’s life is pretty screwed up most of the time since that’s kind of how life goes. I know that I’m not the only one going through a crappy time right now, and as much as I hate to see other people go through crappy times, it helps to know that we are all kind of in the same boat. It just seems like when you’re clearly experiencing some low blows from life, nobody else is. But in reality, I know that most people reading this are getting a little bruised up right now, even though lots of times all I see are shiney happy faces.