This semester has been rough. I hurt my wrist over winter break so I haven't really knit all semester. Usually I am a daily knitter. If I don't knit one day its unusual, very unusual. So going two and a half months without knitting a single stitch is not only unusual, but also very stressful. The fact that I cannot knit adds stress, and the fact that knitting is usually a stress reliever means it isn't doing its usual job of relieving stress, basically doubling my stress. Thats one thing that has made this a rough semester
Thing number 2 is that because of the same wrist injury, yoga has been unavailable. I only do yoga once or twice a week (generally) but again, its an important form of stress relief, both physically and mentally. GONE. For a while I was going to the pool once a week, and in retrospect I really should have kept up with that. But going to the pool is harder than just pulling out my yoga mat, so I didn't.
Thing number 3: school. yeah yeah yeah school is stressful, this doesn't make me special. I totally get that. But this semester I am taking an honors class, because it fulfills one of my graduation requirements without forcing me to be at school at 9am. First of all, there is a reason I don't usually take honors classes, namely that I am not an honors student. Second of all, I transfered into the class a week and half late. So I came into the class that was a little to hard for me a little bit behind. Oh yeah, and it meets at 12:45, which should be fine, but it turns out that 12:45 is still really early for me. Its a good class with a good professor, and I like it, but its hard all around.
Thing number 4: Mom. It always seems to be about her doesn't it? I stopped talking to her in November, cause she refuses to meet me even close to halfway on a very very important issue (either I have written about this before here, or I will write about it later, but not now). I thought (very foolishly) that I was mostly over her and the whole thing, and I guess I am, I mean, hearing from her doesn't throw me into a tailspin like it used to. But she has written me a few letters and left a few voicemails. And every one adds just a little bit of stress.
Thing number 5: N. or rather the lack of N. For those of you who don't know N is my best friend (more like brother or cousin than friend). And in January we had a big potentially-friendship-ending fight. We didn't speak for a month or so, and then when we did it was awkward and emotionally charged and stressful. This situation has settled down over the course of the last few months, but still, its rough to suddenly have one of your only support people not there at your side when things are rough, and they have been rough this semester (in case you hadn't picked up on that).
Thing number 5a: Because there was no N there was no Crickhollow. No Crickhollow means nowhere to catch my breath during a long day at school, it means no hot baths, it means no safe place, it means no real moments alone. All of these things are very important to my mental health.
So there you have it. 5 1/2 things that have been slowly chipping away at me all semester. I have done pretty well, all in all. I have kept up with my assignments reasonably well. I have gone to most of my classes (I have only missed a few days of each class, mostly in the last few weeks). I have been eating, and my wrist has been healing (with the help of physical therapy a few times a week) and now that N and I are back on friendly terms again (I am currently writing this from Crickhollow) things are getting much easier.
Or they should be. But they don't seem to actually be getting better. Maybe its that school is getting much harder (we are into the final few weeks which means paper writing overdrive in all 4 classes) and without this bit of relief from the rest of my life this would be impossible. I have been able to knit for a grand total of an hour over the last few weeks (20 minutes at a time), which has been fabulous. I have had a few hot baths, which have been fabulous. But I'm still sitting here hungover from a middle-of-the-night panic attack and I'm actively fighting off panic and anxiety today (again).
I have been trying to remind myself that dealing with a panic attack takes just as much out of you as being sick does. That it wears your body down, as well as your mind, that not getting enough sleep makes things harder, and to be gentle with myself. And I am. But I also don't think I really have time for this. Not if I want to get my stuff done.
How about this? I will work for a few hours tonight, then rest. It means I will only have put in a half day, but I don't care. Then, tomorrow, I can do a few hours of work, go to class, then rest again. I will give myself until Friday to just work at a pace that I can actually sustain. Then I will start emailing professors to get extensions on final papers and the like. This is a good plan. This is a workable plan. This is a plan that doesn't involve more stress. My semester has been full of plans like this.
I should point out that this semester hasn't been 100% hellish. There have been a few supports left in place. First of all, I still have a rent free place to live, its not ideal, but its free. Second of all, my little brother has stepped up to help me when I have really really needed it (and even a few times when I only kind of needed it) Third of all, I have still managed to go to Temple most weeks and this has been very very helpful. My life is noticeably worse when I don't go. Fourth of all, I got my sewing machine out and set up about half way through the semester. Sewing helps scratch the itch of making something pretty, and of being creative, and generally helps still the shakes of knitting-withdrawal. Fifth of all, music. I have had a pretty decent soundtrack for my hardships this semester. Doomtree has helped me feel like an asskicker more often than I would have without it, which has made a huge difference. Sixth of all, this winter wasn't really a winter. If the weather had been like it was last year I would have given up a long time ago. So even though things have been rough, they have remained manageable for the most part.
Wish me luck on getting through the next 3 weeks!
