It is official: I am turning in my Mary Poppins umbrella. I have decided that the Pursuit of Perfection is Pholly. No, I have never really pursued perfection, I have just assumed that when I am not there it is because of some character flaw.
Reminder: perfect people suck. Also, they do not exist. I, however, do exist and I am frickin' amazing.
Last night after realizing my accidental but not catastrophic overdosing (for ten days!) on bupropion, I was unable to sleep for most of the night. I lay in bed with my eyes closed in the dark thinking of all the stressful things that I should not be thinking about since they would make it hard for me to sleep. In the morning I was convinced that I had not slept at all.
And I was very very wigged out about the overdosing. Even though, as I have told myself, Nothing Happened. And Mistakes Are Only Human. I don't have great recall for what I did today. I am pretty sure that I took my sertraline. I didn't put things in a pill minder yet and I haven't called Psych Recovery or renewed my prescription. This sounds like a confession.
Really, it is a reminder of the things that I will do tomorrow. When I am more awake. Today, I am cutting myself a little break. An early Thanksgiving Day present.
Grateful Crap: I have three kids and they are awesome.
I think I took my meds. I for sure didn't take too many
I climbed 6 flights of stairs
Quaker, teacher, parent,