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Apr 26, 2011 16:08

I hope everyone who celebrates it had a good Passover or Easter. I spent Easter at home, and Trevor, Nikkol and I made a feast. Turkey roast, lamb, lemon potatoes, carrots with a honey-butter glaze, green bean casserole, scalloped corn, stuffing, fresh Italian bread, and two bottles of grape juice. It was amazing and I didn't eat everything on the menu, but here's what I did stuff my face with:




I also made up two Easter baskets, one for Elisa and John and one for Trevor and myself:




It was a pretty nice day, and very enjoyable. And spring is finally arriving here after a very slow start. The grass is emerald-green, the trees are all budding, and I'm seeing flowers blooming. Yay!

My anxiety has been especially horrific this past week, so I didn't go to Easter service and other circumstances prevented Trevor and I from going to the Good Friday service. I didn't go to home church, I haven't ventured out at all except to do grocery shopping with Trevor. It's crap... But fortunately, I FINALLY got my bank statement, so now I can go apply for OHIP whenever Trevor has a weekday off (which he does not this week). The sooner I get OHIP, the sooner I can get this anxiety professionally treated.

I'm going with Suzanne to the vet on Thursday to get our four foster kittens checked out. My anxiety is growing worse every time I think about it, but there's really nothing to it. Suzanne is very friendly and talkative, and the vet visit will be quite brief. It's just because I've let myself go for three weeks without venturing out on my own again, and it's HARD to make myself do it.

I have good days, but they're still far outnumbered by the bad days. Still... at least the quantity of good days are beginning to increase. But I'm WAY too dependent on Trevor for... well... everything. I'm extremely clingy, my day and night revolve around him completely, and I'm once again finding myself unable to function without him. This seems to come in waves and I'm trying to track it to see if there's a pattern there. Maybe it's just hormones paired with the anxiety, and the fact that I'm still not over those emotionally traumatic 18 months?

I don't know. But enough complaining!! Time to go catch up with my flist!

anxiety, holidays

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