My tendons and bones are still quivering and strengthless. My muscles are so tight I’m afraid something important is going to snap like an old runber band. My chest is all clenched up inside. My lungs don’t believe I can take anything but shallow breaths.
It’s been a week of stressors shoving me ever closer to an anxiety meltdown. I thought today was going to be the day, actually. But I made it.
Yay for coping.
I washed down a couple of ibuprofen with a swig straight from the bottle of Jack (not a paid endorsement), then made a whiskey sour.
I think it’s been a couple of years since I had a whiskey sour. So good, even without a maraschino cherry.
Anyway. Not a particularly healthy coping mechanism. But I’m slowly melting, so whatever. It’s working.
It’s been a little over an hour since I took the pills. I finished supper maybe forty minutes ago and the whiskey sour ten minutes ago. And now I’m ready for bed.
So good night to everyone. I hope your week has been better. Enjoy your holiday weekend.
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