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Have I Really Got This or Am I Just Fooling Myself?
The answer is yes — and wholly dependent on me and my actions.
As I’m writing this, I’m preparing to take my annual trip to the gargantuan medieval event in SW Pennsylvania.
However, leading up to this point has been quite probably one of the craziest years I’ve experienced in a long time.
Let me sum up 2023: At the start of the year, I was recovering from COVID; we learned my mother-in-law had a terminal brain tumor; and my wife got COVID. My mom started to have a whole host of new and unusual medical issues, and to a lesser degree so did my stepdad.
While I love my job, over the last 4 months things have gotten distressing, and my certainty in elements of the gig has been seriously shaken.
On top of that, I’m nearly the heaviest I’ve ever been, and today I’m feeling deeply frustrated.
I talked to my therapist today. She reassured me that I’m on the right track, which helped.
But this nagging sense of offness — because I have no idea what else to call it — is really distressing me. Like I want to leap out of my skin and run around — which makes no sense at all.
