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[torainfor]

(Ever the practical annoyance...)

Don't forget to workout--at least walk. And eat right. Make sure you're getting protein and complex carbs. Limit the caffeine. Let your body rest from chemical influences while you're mind is burring. Get sunshine.

On another note, there is a limit as to how many Via's one should ingest in a day. *Bzzzt!*

Get sunshine?

[hollyqueen]

You have lived elsewhere too long!

[cheesentoast]

Uh, yeah. Low blood sugar and getting hit with a double dose of both roommates' hormones not so good for one's mood, ya know? Cramps and my knee has been blown out for the last couple days. And it's starting to get appreciably darker in the mornings now. Only a couple zillion contributing factors.

[ladywind]

~hugs~ It is what it is, and That Which Is has you. We're human; we're not built to be perfect every second, we're built to grow and learn and change and try and fail and fear and face fear and remember/learn faith. (And anger isn't necessarily the enemy; sometimes it's a needed catalyst. Like fire: easy to destroy things with it, yes, but hard to stay warm in the winter without it, let alone eat meat.)
If it helps to imagine a pair of hands a country away clapping belief in your graceful heart, here they are.
And here's to Thursday.
<3<3<3<3

[cheesentoast]

But you're not a country away. You're right here. :)

[ladywind]

~hugs and <3 and more clapping~ Bless the 'net. :)

[cheesentoast]

Indeed! And the heart which knows no distances.

[trinitystar]

I think I might know where you're coming from. Amazing how one little thing can just shatter us. Or one big thing, in your case. I have my own demons that come to haunt me now and again. I pray that you will accept your beauty. And I pray that there will be people in your life to affirm you. The hard thing for me is not becoming bitter and hard. I don't know what it is for you, but I love you.

[cheesentoast]

Not to become frightened and convinced that I don't count. Not to slide away to the perfect servant with no needs of my own.

When my father died I posited to a family friend that I was glad my mother was getting support from our Bible study but I didn't get why no one seemed to realize that I had just lost my father. She replied, "You fake it too well. No one can tell."

[trinitystar]

I know. exactly. what you mean.
I would say I'm praying for you, but that seems so trite. Let me know if there's anything I can do to help.

[cheesentoast]

Thanks. I appreciate it. For real.

[citymusings]

::hugs:: I hope your therapist is able to help you sort through these feelings and hurts and find a stable point again.

[bwc1976]

(hugs)