Life/work/school has been kicking my ass the past couple weeks, hence posting's been light or brainless. I was taking 13 credit hours, working 20 hours a week and doing my field observation. I decided two weeks ago that a class needed to be dropped. I'm now taking 10 credit hours, but I'm still struggling.

I wish Niels & I could afford for me to drop my work schedule down to 15 hours a week, but it's not financially viable at this time, maybe it'll happen in spring.

I don't handle stress well, never have, never will. I eat, can't easily fall asleep and cry. A lot. I'm grateful to have the workout room in my apartment because it is such a great stress reliever, unfortunately I don't have the ability to work out as much as I need to. Right now I work out five days a week for about an hour each time, which under normal circumstances would be fantastic but when I'm stressed my sanity requires more. But I need to sleep, so working out twice a day is not an option for me right now.

The funny thing is, I didn't realize how stressed I was until a couple weeks ago when I was on the phone with my sister and she asked how I was considering all of these life changing things had happened in such a short period of time, moving back to the States, moving back to D.C., restarting at the department, starting school, my field observation. It was at that moment I was finally able to put a label on how I had been feeling.

I've made an appointment with my primary care provider (whom I adore) and am hoping he & I can come up with some sort of course of action to help my mental health. If it means I have to go on meds, so be it. I'm tired of being on verge of crying 80% of the time.