I was proud this morning to get out of bed and the house, to walk to town.
I was disappointed to find myself avoiding all discussion of sleep and stress with my Dr.
I was pleased to sit and concentrate on completing footnotes and sections of my thesis in the library this afternoon
I was disheartened by my horrible panic when confronted with a bus full of people when coming home
I was delighted to find that one of my abstracts for next year has been accepted.
I was crushed into smitereens to read my supervisors critique of my first chapter.
Apparently I’m not dealing with stress well, it seems that weeping and panicking are default options. I hope that it is PMT plus thesis, I hope that it is fixable.
My stupid emotions are putting a strain on my relationships and making actually achieving things hard.