I don't know if it's the crazy weekend with the family;
closing on the house in two weeks;
coming up w/ all the money we need to close on the house in the next two weeks;
moving;
packing;
not having my medicine for three days this week;
the boys having a WILD friend over;
Steve's new job offer;
my new job;
the decision to home school Isaac or send him to public school;
or all of the above:
But I've fallen and I can't get up.
I'm losing it.
I'm so anxious and depressed. I feel overloaded and under appreciated and overwhelmed. I just want to go to bed. I slept 12 hours last night and I'm ready to go back to bed. I have a counseling appointment next Wednesday and a physiologist appointment for Monday. But Monday can't get here fast enough. And the Prozac just isn't cutting it anymore. So pray for me. I need it.
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I'll pray.
Say the word and I'll be there tonight with a bottle of wine and a shoulder. xx
thanks friend. We have a sunday school outing tonight that I would love to skip. I'll let you know. Poor Steve. It's his birthday weekend and I'm all "AAAAAahhhhhhhhh!"
I'm on my way to the doctor now.
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