I don’t want to derail but this thread has been a massive source of comfort recently. I don’t like to read of other people’s struggles but goodness me it’s comforting to know it’s not just me (I’m not egocentric enough to genuinely think that, but it’s like when you can’t sleep - you’re the ONLY PERSON IN THE WHOLE WORLD WHO IS AWAKE).
I’m typing this from bed (husband is working downstairs) as I’ve taken a much-needed day off (I am still going into work every day; which I know is a sanity boost in itself) and I’ve got last night’s makeup on, furry teeth, and my uterus is humming the Jaws theme.
Anxiety has pinned me in place. Can’t move. Don’t want to. Frantically checking work emails on my phone and internally flailing and panicking about getting something wrong or doing something bad that inconveniences people somehow. Feeling like a failure and like I want to go fist-first into a jar of Nutella...if I could move, of course.
This too shall pass. I know I’m lucky to still have a job, to be able to legitimately leave the house for work, but it’s still stressful as all hell, demanding, and pressured.
Sorry. As you were. I just needed to get that off my chest rather than whinging to my poor husband again!