Worries

I'm a pretty good worrier in general. I can usually worry about someone with just the right amount of concern without working myself into a frenzy like my sweet mom-in-law can.

Today I'm worrying about Kay. She's going through something that I can't help her with right now. And all I know is that it's something that is worth worrying over. So I'm worrying for her and worrying for me. That's about all the worrying I can manage right now. This is the sort of stuff I find most frustrating about the crazy monkies just now... I'm used to having all my Wonder Woman super powers. I'm used to being able to 'overfunction' as my counsellor puts it. This whole inability to focus, concentrate, react reasonably, etc, etc, etc, thing is starting to get old fast. Not that everything was all hunky dory before... far from it. I mean how shitty things were in my little brain is a pretty big part of why I am where I am now. It's just that I'm used to being able to cope, to hide, to multitask.

*deep breath* Ah well. There are worse things in life than having to heal.
Again.
And again.

*under breath* Fuck.