Today classes began again for my Master's Degree program, I am going for my Family Nurse Practitioner. I had hoped to have other aspects of my life evened out so that I could concentrate on school and work, learn more about lifestyle, and take better care of myself. Well, you know what they say about the best-laid plans. Some of it is my fault and some couldn't be helped. I shouldn't have let things get to me, I shouldn't have worked so many extra shifts (work is currently my peaceful, safe space, which is bad considering I work in an ER), and I shouldn't have let things build up and not asked for help because I felt I would be a bother.
Mental health is important, and mine hasn't been great lately. Going through anything while having depression and anxiety is hard, and it seems like this year has been rougher than most. The loss of my grandma, dealing with my separation and impending divorce, family health issues(as the medical professional in the family they all come to me for help), and other big life changes have really rocked my world. I have been at or near my breaking point more times than I can count this year, and it's only September.
Today, I am working on changing things for the better. I am making the appointments that I've been putting off. I'm working on this week's assignments for school and reading my current lifestyle book as a break from the school stuff. I am trying to make a schedule for my housework that will enable me to keep up and not get overwhelmed with too much stuff in one day, and an easy meal plan that will help me pre-pack lunches for work.
They say you aren't given what you can't handle and what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. I'd like to punch whomever "they" are right in the mouth....
