Jan 31
Yesterday. Was edge of crisis day. If not wandering across the edge at times. Hard to describe. Short version. Dangerous. Losing the plot point. Very no bueno. A friend fished me out and talked to me online. Concern. Suggested I ask Hazel to stay a few days. I have done so. Hazel is staying for a few days. I warned her I might have a meltdown. That's ok she said. I had some minor meltdowns instead with her present. Just. How hard it was. How hard stupid fucking bullshit fuckface being ill all the time was. And on. And other stuff. And fuck my life. And so sad. So very very sad. And lost. And anxious. Too much. Is the short version. So. The issues here are. Chronic illness giving me fuck all wiggle room. Nausea. Nausea is, apparently, one of the strongest ticklers of anxiety. The body doesn't like nausea. And turns up the anxiety dial because "hey, shit's wrong, lets be worried and watchful, we're under attack". Ok. This isn't a psychological thing. This i...