First, sorry I've been missing in action! I had such a wonderful Friday afternoon at work and then spent the night at my parents. Sunday I just wanted to relax and read. Then, after work yesterday, I had enough of the computer. Anyway, I am no longer throwing up before work every morning. I actually don't feel too anxious going to work. I feel like that's an accomplishment, and then I feel bad that doing something I've done for 24 years feels like an accomplishment. I mean, this is a new-ish job (2 years in April), compared to 17 and a half at my last job. But seriously, should getting up and going to work feel like a milestone? I don't know. What I do know is I feel really, really good and I'll take that. Every little moment that I feel good about myself and my life, I'll take.
I know this time of year is hard on a lot of people. Trust me, it's hard on me to. I lost my favorite aunt on Christmas Day of '99 and all these years later, it still makes me sad. Add the damn pandemic to all the hard-enough-as-it-is holiday depression and we have a sh*t storm brewing. I don't know if we're supposed to "meet" every day, or once a week, or when we feel like it...but from me to you: You are not alone. People care about you. People love you.