On Friday, I was feeling great. I had been sleeping well almost all week, and I thought I was making major headway on my symptoms.
Then on the weekend, I had a setback. I felt worse. And even though I amazingly still didn't sleep that badly, so not as bad as I've been at my worst, I was devastated. My husband notes that I always do this... get my hopes up then get super depressed when I'm doing worse again. So I'm extremely aware of it and really tried NOT to do that this time, but it didn't go as planned.
Long story short, I cried every day of the weekend and also this morning. This morning because I was having sensations of panic, and my daughter wants me to take her on an away vacation, and I don't know how I'll manage to do it if I'm panicking in my own living room. We had lunch together yesterday at a nice restaurant and I was intermittently panicking during THAT.
I did realize I have an extra stressor I hadn't been thinking about, aside from work and the death of my father: my oldest is going away to college soon. I had thought I wasn't too upset over it, but now I realize that I am. I'm devastated that I'm spending the little time we have left together being an anxious mess. (Not that she's noticed so far.) I feel this urgency to get better so I can enjoy the remaining time we have together.
So when I cried this morning, it was over her. It was over losing her to college, and wanting to make our remaining time special yet paralyzed by my symptoms.
Then on the weekend, I had a setback. I felt worse. And even though I amazingly still didn't sleep that badly, so not as bad as I've been at my worst, I was devastated. My husband notes that I always do this... get my hopes up then get super depressed when I'm doing worse again. So I'm extremely aware of it and really tried NOT to do that this time, but it didn't go as planned.
Long story short, I cried every day of the weekend and also this morning. This morning because I was having sensations of panic, and my daughter wants me to take her on an away vacation, and I don't know how I'll manage to do it if I'm panicking in my own living room. We had lunch together yesterday at a nice restaurant and I was intermittently panicking during THAT.
I did realize I have an extra stressor I hadn't been thinking about, aside from work and the death of my father: my oldest is going away to college soon. I had thought I wasn't too upset over it, but now I realize that I am. I'm devastated that I'm spending the little time we have left together being an anxious mess. (Not that she's noticed so far.) I feel this urgency to get better so I can enjoy the remaining time we have together.
So when I cried this morning, it was over her. It was over losing her to college, and wanting to make our remaining time special yet paralyzed by my symptoms.