Some days I don't even feel like getting out of bed. I am warm under my blanket and it's still dark, thanks to my wonderful curtains. Once I do drag myself out of bed, I trudge my way to the bathroom, wash my face, and brush my teeth. Then I make my way to the kitchen and either make a pot of coffee or grab a glass of water. I then check my glucose count and take my vitamins. This drudgery goes on every day, even weekends. I don't have an outside job due to my worsening anxiety and I rarely go anywhere other than walking my dog Moo. It's beginning to put a damper on my relationships.
My relationship with my husband has seen its ups and its downs, just like any marriage. We have been married for 12 years now and I love my husband more today than I did back then. We have grown a great deal over those years and we are better for it. With my anxiety problem my husband has adjusted and let me just say, he is a blessing when it comes to the hard stuff. He doesn't let me get away with stuff, nor does he let me hibernate in the house. He pushes me to walk Moo and visit my sister. I am walking Moo more but I still need to work on the driving to my sisters house.
What all this boils down to is, my husband loves me no matter what I do or how depressed I get. Sure we still have our fights, but when it comes down to it, he helps me when things are rough. We are not short on troubles but even in those times we know that as long as we stick together, we will survive.
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