Cold day visiting friends
I went out today to visit some friends I hadn’t seen in a while. I thought the visit went well. We shared some laughs, some good food. But when I came home, my ankle was swollen then the pain started and I haven’t been able to hold it back. I just took my pain meds with my night meds so hopefully that will work. It is really cold in my room for some reason, but warm in the rest of the house. I don’t know why this is. It is about only twenty degrees out. I froze my butt off waiting for the bus ride home. I just put on a sweatshirt and flannel pajamas for warmth. I really want to go to bed but thought I would write a little bit before turning in.
Despite going to two places to try and write, I got nothing written. I am so disappointed. I have the ideas circling but they just won’t come out. It is so frustrating. I think I am putting pressure on myself in trying to write this “thing”, but I know once I start working on it, I will feel better. My brain feels cooped up and if I don’t let it out, I might go crazy. I’m going to try tomorrow to write in my comfort zone, my bed, and see how that goes. I don’t know what else to do. Every time I close my eyes, words are there waiting to get plucked out. But soon as I see a blank page of paper or screen, poof, they are gone! My writing partner would say work on something else and then it will come to me. But I have tried that and it hasn’t helped me. I am getting frustrated and wish my therapist was here so we can talk about it. More so, I wish my psychiatrist was back in the office so I can SEE her. I emailed her yesterday but have not heard back. I am so frustrated with her too but there is nothing I can do about it. She has a broken hip and broken bones take time to heal.
I don’t talk with my therapist until next week. She is on vacation. I hate it when therapists are on vacations! I just need someone to talk to about my writing. My psychiatrist was always good in listening to me when I was writing a paper. She is always interested in what I write.