Which makes the holidays even more difficult. Lots of sugar, high expectations, inherent drama, social demands, and poor sleep combine to fueling exhaustion. For me exhaustion is Anxiety's crack, one feeding the other. The holiday's are the dealer.
Although I dream about C every day, I can't go back, she's gone away. It knocked me down but that's okay. I've got this life to fix. I threw it all out in a ditch. Broken down when I was sick, now I gotta build it back up brick by brick.