I wish I had a code name for when my anxiety/depression acts up. I hate having to admit I lost today's battle. If I was to be honest, my text message (because I can't even speak on the phone) would say "Sorry, I can't be there. I haven't showered or bushed anything in 24 hours and don't plan to do so for at least another 24 hours." But that's just gross. True, but gross.
My children's granny came over the other day to pick up the kids for an outing. She hugged me and assured me that she was there if I needed anything. "Because I know how depression can be." I flinched. She said it. That word. Depression. Why does that word hold so much power? Why does my world shake when it's said out loud? Therapy, medication, and other tools help. But some days, you just have to stay in and order pizza. Thank the universe that my husband is beyond fantastic and knows just how much beer and pizza I need on a night like this.
So cheers! Here's to fighting a good fight and knowing sometimes you just have to pack it in and try again tomorrow.