Back to the Grind 2

Ha! What grind? I pondered this same issue about a month ago. I thrive on routine, even little, teeny routines like getting out of bed, making said bed, using the bathroom, brushing my teeth, unloading the dishwasher while the coffee brews, then having breakfast. I realize that’s incredibly detailed but I need that, especially when I’m really depressed and have to concentrate on one “step” at a time. As it is, I’ve been blowing off those 2 little chores for weeks, maybe months. The rest of the morning is spent on the computer until I get tired of it in the early afternoon when I have lunch and read and probably nap. I may or may not have showered.

Trouble began a few months ago when I returned to the gym and was struggling to find a way to fit it into my schedule, such as it is. Then we went to Iowa in November (still haven’t posted the pics for that trip) and I haven’t worked out since. Part of it was because of a nasty customer service experience over the phone with a front desk clerk, and since then I’ve been trying to convince myself that maybe that gym isn’t right for me after all. Maybe I should just stick with the old one, despite its fewer number of classes at times I’d be willing to attend (on weekdays when everyone else is at work).

This recent trip to Iowa from which we returned yesterday was less stressful than the one in November, and definitely less stressful than our trip to Columbus in September. Don’t get me wrong — a lot of it was good stress, but it was still stress. A major part of it is worrying about whether or not I’ll have used the bathroom (thank you, IBS) and showered before housekeeping arrives. Traveling is stressful as it is, but to have taken 3 road trips within the last 4 months is a lot for me. Prior to that, we hadn’t been on any overnight trips since last Christmas.

Now that we’re home and Brian’s back at work, I feel lost. I have a ton of blog reading to catch up on and when I feel overwhelmed, I tend to withdraw. Although I’ve been using the light box for nearly a week now, I’ve slept horribly for the past few days. Odd, since light therapy is also supposed to help with sleep. Maybe it’s just because we were out of town.

I return to psychotherapy on Wednesday and Brian will be working from home so he can take me — though I’m supposed to do the driving — I’m all freaked out about driving in snow and for some reason, that makes me feel like an idiot.

I suppose the wise thing is to just let myself have a “mental health day” today and chill, but I’m having trouble. I’ve considered taking an extra Klonopin, but I’m holding out. For what, I don’t know. The good thing is that I don’t feel depressed — just out of sorts.