Happy Tuesday! I hope you’re doing well. I very much am not. I could be worse, but my mental health is more turbulent than physical at the moment. It doesn’t help that I’ve been falling over often—whether that’s due to me losing my balance or my knees giving out—so it’s even harder to convince myself to get out of bed. I have this tendency to fall into depressive episodes, with passive suicidal thoughts coming up most nights, during flare-ups and I’ve never quite found a way to properly manage them.
However, I finished crocheting my fingerless gloves! I added a ruffle to both the top and bottom for a bit of fun and whimsy. I’m taking a break now because my wrists, and oddly also my ankles, have been very difficult the past two days. When I feel better, though, I’m going to make a pair in pink! I love the light blue I used this time but, besides the fact that it’s better to have two, you can never go wrong with pink. Purple is my favorite color but I just adore pink. It’s a very happy color to me.
I made an impulsive and questionable decision last night. I haven’t been able to shower recently because of my flare-up but at 3am I just got so fed up. My hair felt so weird and gross so I ended up leaning over the tub and washing it. Even with my knees braced on the tub and one hand on my shower chair, I almost hit my head several times. I feel a lot better now but I am still reeling from how close I was to a concussion. I ended up having a quarter of a ben and jerry’s ice cream cup before finally falling asleep.
My bones have been cracking a concerning amount lately, too. I plan to talk about it more later but it’s been really disturbing me. I know logically it’s not the end of the world and it’s just how my body is, but it just feels wrong. Sometimes the cracking comes with a little bit of pain relief but other times it makes it worse. The conflict of that on top of it just makes it all kind of confusing. It’s a very unpleasant situation.
One thing getting me through this is how supportive my mom is. She has her own stuff to do but she always makes time for me. She lets me eat in bed so I don’t have to get up and risk falling or putting myself in more pain. She makes my favorite foods for dinner and buys little treats for breakfast or snacks. It’s hard not to feel guilty about it but I know if she didn’t want to do it, she either wouldn’t do it at all or would complain the whole time. Seeing as she hasn’t, I know logically she doesn’t mind but it’s hard to get that to sink in.
That’s all I have for today. If you’re also in the storm’s path, I hope you’re staying warm. Thank you for reading and I’ll see you Friday!