Stepping off the struggle bus.
Ok. I gave myself a week of feeling like mental poop. I didn’t want to. But fighting it, trying to smile and be all self-supportive, just made me cry more. I felt it coming...it started when my PT said to keep doing what I’m doing, and I was sad because there was no forward movement (really Sara??). And the next day my doctor told me everything looks great and to come back in a month, and I cried because a month felt like forever (no, really Sara??). So I could tell this was coming. I HATE feeling like that. I HATE being that person. But fighting it literally does me no good. It’s fun to say, “I’m riding the struggle bus” and people can imagine some goofy run-down bus with no one in control, driving around erratically... It’s humorous, but it sucks. And I hate the feeling. And I hate giving in to the feeling. My biggest fear is that it won’t stop, the mental slump, the “I hate everyone and everything” feeling. In my mind I feel like, ‘ok, I’m on...