Excuse my vulgarity, but, darn THIS DISEASE.
Things have been bad these past two days. Anxiety up = Hello IBS! Which is a nice feed back loop
. I am just miserable. This relapse is supposed to be due to an adjustment in my medication, but my paranoid mind latches on that I have already had three weeks to adjust; so why now? That's not the point though...
One of the things I hate the worst about
these states is I feel like they color everything. I lose sight of the joyful and happy moments. All I see are the sad and scared. I have dysthymia, so it is all to easy to point and say "look! You have always been sad!". But that isn't the whole picture. There was happiness there too. There was joy and beauty. It just gets so very hard to see. So very very hard.
Thank you for listening. I hope I am not over posting these past few days.