Bah.
For some reason, I was really tired today. I didn't sleep too badly last night and Kate even slept in until 8:45! Yet, I was still tired. Just after four o'clock, I decided to lie down...and then I dozed off. Big mistake.
Now it's eleven and I am wide awake. Restless. I should not have taken that nap, ugh. Now I won't fall asleep until the middle of the night, and knowing my luck, Kate will wake up really early and I'll be exhausted tomorrow.
How am I feeling?
I'm mad at myself for taking a nap so late.
I'm annoyed that I was so tired for most of the day, and now that it's so late, I'm wide awake.
I have no idea what I'm going to do now.
I feel like I should have exerted more energy today, but how am I supposed to do that while keeping the Sabbath day holy?
I get frustrated with Sundays. I'm still figuring out this "day of rest" business, but if I don't do something that requires more energy than reading scriptures and inspiring talks, well, I get restless. When I get restless, I get anxious. When I get anxious, especially at night, heaven help us.
Can't sew. My fabric is still buried under a lot of stuff and I don't feel like getting it out. I've really got to organize my sewing stuff. One thing at a time.
Don't feel like crocheting. My yarn is tangled. Un-tangling yarn is frustrating business. I still haven't finished that blanket I started crocheting when I was pregnant with Kate. It will probably never get finished.
Dishes are done. I've actually been pretty good at "keeping my sink shiny" (thank you FlyLady)
House is relatively clean, and I don't want to risk waking the sleeping child.
Too restless to just sit down and read. I need to move around! But it's too late to go for a walk, and I'm afraid exercising would only rile me up more.
If anyone is reading this (I have disabled comments), please please don't be worried. Sometimes, this just happens, and I have to work through it on my own. I pride myself on being honest in my writing, and since I usually write about mental health episodes in the past tense, I figure that writing about them when I am presently struggling would help stop the stigma around mental health issues. This is my reality when I am having an anxiety episode.
I'll be okay. Writing this is actually helping, cathartic really.
I think I'll go get ready for bed. That's a step in the right direction, I suppose. And get a drink of water. And pray. Beyond that...we will see. Things will look better in the morning.
Now it's eleven and I am wide awake. Restless. I should not have taken that nap, ugh. Now I won't fall asleep until the middle of the night, and knowing my luck, Kate will wake up really early and I'll be exhausted tomorrow.
How am I feeling?
I'm mad at myself for taking a nap so late.
I'm annoyed that I was so tired for most of the day, and now that it's so late, I'm wide awake.
I have no idea what I'm going to do now.
I feel like I should have exerted more energy today, but how am I supposed to do that while keeping the Sabbath day holy?
I get frustrated with Sundays. I'm still figuring out this "day of rest" business, but if I don't do something that requires more energy than reading scriptures and inspiring talks, well, I get restless. When I get restless, I get anxious. When I get anxious, especially at night, heaven help us.
Can't sew. My fabric is still buried under a lot of stuff and I don't feel like getting it out. I've really got to organize my sewing stuff. One thing at a time.
Don't feel like crocheting. My yarn is tangled. Un-tangling yarn is frustrating business. I still haven't finished that blanket I started crocheting when I was pregnant with Kate. It will probably never get finished.
Dishes are done. I've actually been pretty good at "keeping my sink shiny" (thank you FlyLady)
House is relatively clean, and I don't want to risk waking the sleeping child.
Too restless to just sit down and read. I need to move around! But it's too late to go for a walk, and I'm afraid exercising would only rile me up more.
If anyone is reading this (I have disabled comments), please please don't be worried. Sometimes, this just happens, and I have to work through it on my own. I pride myself on being honest in my writing, and since I usually write about mental health episodes in the past tense, I figure that writing about them when I am presently struggling would help stop the stigma around mental health issues. This is my reality when I am having an anxiety episode.
I'll be okay. Writing this is actually helping, cathartic really.
I think I'll go get ready for bed. That's a step in the right direction, I suppose. And get a drink of water. And pray. Beyond that...we will see. Things will look better in the morning.
