I am so tired of taking medication and going to the store to get medication. I forgot to refill two prescriptions today because my oldest was dealing with drama from her college over her grades. It’s been resolved, but I put most things on the back burner while she was dealing with that so I could help her if she needed it, and I forgot to go to the drugstore. I had enough for tonight but have to do it tomorrow–I’m out of them both.
I hate to think I’ll be on meds the rest of my life. I hate to think that I might never work full-time again because I can’t handle the stress of it. It’s very frustrating to the high-achieving part of me to accept these limitations. I know how birds feel that have their wings clipped. Yes, it’s for my own good that I accept my limits. But I feel I wasn’t meant for this kind of life. NO one goes to school, grows up, and achieves a dream of being on disability for the rest of their life. That’s not how life was supposed to work out for me.
At least that’s how I feel tonight.