You ever just miss your spouse? I know I live with him and I saw him before he left for work, but I miss him.
Is this normal? I guess for background I’ve been with him 11 years and married 5 of those 11. I’m still just as obsessed with him as when I first met him.
In other news I’m exhausted and so ready for this three day weekend!
So as expected today was a long day. I’m tired so we ordered in tonight for dinner which was yummy, although my stomach did NOT agree. Once again I am doing school work. Why?!
I’m just being slightly dramatic, it’s really not that bad. I wish I could focus on school and home full time, but alas I am not financially stable in that way. It does make me wonder if I will ever get to that point though. How many people live there earlier years busting there asses to reach a place where they are financially comfortable only to look back and realize it was all a waste. I don’t want that to be my husband and mines future. I want to be able to enjoy the here and now while keeping up with bills and stuff.
I wish things were different, but I’ll keep pushing for that. School is the first step to that end goal. It is never too late to change things up and make things better. Now on to more school work!
Be kind, be patient, be courteous.
We don’t know what others are going through. We don’t know the pain they are experiencing. We don’t know the grief they carry. We don’t know the day they’ve had, or what they are going home to.
We have the ability to make our interactions with others positive and caring, it can make all the difference in that moment. one act of kindness goes a long long way.
Tomorrow is my follow up with my PCP to check how I’m doing after starting Citalopram. I’m doing good but unsure what I’m supposed to feel like ya know?
Today I’m looking forward to working with my favorite doctor and just getting through the day so I can get home to my pups and husband.
HAPPY WEDNESDAY EVERYONE!
Is it odd to be worried that I haven’t had any depressive episodes? I feel like I’ve grown so accustomed to having them more and more frequently, that now it’s strange to still be doing so well.
It’s sad to think this feeling of being “normal” is actually foreign to me. Anyways just something That popped into my brain.
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