So I guess I’ll start with what is going on right now.
- My glasses have dried tear dots on them,
- I can’t find my lens cleaner,
- I’m too irritated to be around people,
- my vehicle insurance and inspection is due,
- and I used Clean & Clear face wash as body wash accidentally, even though I’m allergic to it and developed an embarrassing thing I hate, was told to buy OTC medication for it and had this horrid burning sensation in a place no woman ever wants a burning feeling to be.
However, that’s not exactly what I have to worry about most right now. I took a quiz on WebMD just for kicks to see what my results might be. I never had to tell what my diagnosis in March was, and yet I apparently gave them that impression, anyway. By the way, these are banana holders.
I’ve come to realization that I really cannot handle any more pain/stress. I just can’t handle it. I’ve tried to handle too much in my life already, and if any more pops up into my life, I’ll just give up altogether/completely. I can’t handle anything, no matter how much I lead people into believing me when I say, “Yeah, I can handle that – no big deal,” I really can’t handle it. People expect too much of me, and it’s even worse when I understand where their coming from yet I know they can’t understand why I can’t “just do it”. They don’t understand. They can’t understand it.
Not being able to drive is literally one of the hardest things about this. They don’t understand. Yes, I get the fact that I need to drive Toto at least once a day. Do you not understand that I cannot function right now? The brain-eye-do coordination is not working right now, and there is no freaking thing I can do about it. I can’t do anything about sleeping all day or being up all night or sleeping all night and being up for only four or five hours in one day. I can’t control it. It’s not about what I eat or do or think. There’s something bigger that is causing this. It’s not me doing this to myself, because if it was, it would be a choice. If this were a choice, my choosing to attempt being happy would have worked.
I can no longer afford to simply sigh/take a deep breath and try to not stress so much. That’s giving me the same reaction as pretending all is well did.
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Edit: I was just venting… updating people on my life… [view image]