There are few times when I dread things, I don’t mean don’t like them, but I mean actually dread, to the point they cause anxiety, and one of these is on the horizon.
Something which the girls will know only too well. I literally dread this time. My anxiety shoots up and I worry about having to do things, with the potential of heightened anxiety. I think it is the constant fear of unknown, fear of hormonal change, etc. Etc.
I have an appointment tomorrow, in the morning, which I hate. Mornings I feel worst, I like to have eaten a good amount before I go anywhere, and mornings you aren’t able to do this without some constant face stuffing from the second you wake up, which is not ideal! So I am dreading that too, 25 minutes in the car, morning, an appointment which I feel obliged to go to, even though it has never before been particularly constructive, on top of the womanly joys.
I also have to go to my aunties to take the dog for a walk Saturday, and with it being a bank holiday here in the UK possibly more on too of that. There never seems to be a good time to ‘arrange’ with your body to go through this, but I will get through it, it’s just a case of wishing it was more comfortable.