I'm deep in the middle of a "what the hell" moment, and this might very well be totally TMI for anyone reading, but since I'm going to throw my personal filter out the door here.....
My stress is positively through the roof at this particular intersection of time. We've had some seriously challenging issues with the step-daughter than led her dad to kick her out of the house, and for her to get rolling down the same roller coaster path of her trying to leave the state (she's under 18) with people who don't know she's under 18. Total chaos.
This is also the holiday season. 'Tis the season to be overly stressed out, I guess. I've also been drinking a little more than I do normally, and probably not sleeping well. Or at all. This has always been an issue for me however; too many distractions to sleep. If I give my body the leeway, it will sleep just fine, but I'm an asshole to myself and I decide to watch late-night movies and play solitaire, or knit.
Also, also; marital strain. Oy vey. Those two words are rife with deeper implications. I've written several-page blogs about them and saved them as drafts for fear of speaking aloud any of my woes.
This would be the worst time possible to try to conceive a baby. My body would be a terrible place to try to grow a person right now, which is comforting since we haven't discussed any baby-making in months. Long months. This doesn't mean I'm not staying up on tracking my cycles, ovulation and everything else that I'll need to keep track of to make sure that when (ahem *if) we get back to a good enough place to try to conceive, I won't have to work harder than I would anyway.
This being said, I should be smack dab in the middle of ovulation. But, surprise for me; I've started a little mini-period instead. I literally had to look up if this was normal, and guess what causes outside of hormonal issues, PCOS and menopause cause irregular periods? Stress.
As I've gotten older I've lost the ability to just shrug off problems like they're nothing. Possibly because the repercussions for failing have such higher stakes than they ever have, and those consequences scare the shit out of me, to the point where I might be too freaked out to sleep well. It's definitely happened before.
I bulked up on more Holy Basil, and a friend made a recommendation for Tulsi tea with Gotu Kola, which was kind & appreciated. I even emailed my doctor with a witty little "wth is going on with my uterus" message.
So in short; I'm a varitable mess right now. It's a really disconcerting situation to feel totally out of touch with what your body is doing, which is how I feel right now. I'm usually very tuned into what is going on with myself, and it feels almost like a betrayal. I realize that this is really stupid to say, because it's only a perception of my own emotions, and in fact, if anything is going to be considered a "betrayal", it ought to be ME to blame for being an insensitive shit-face and not taking more care of myself. My body only reacts to what I'm doing, and going through; it's not on auto-pilot and decides randomly to crash itself for no goddamn reason.
All of this being said; I'm going to go make myself another cup of tea, and take another Holy Basil. Later I'm going to take some time at lunch to go take myself for a walk, and get out of my tiny little work-box for a half hour, after that I'm going to take a run at the gym until I'm about to collapse.
You'd think at 32 years old, and able to care aptly for my children and my family that I would be able to remember to take care of myself. Apparently I forgot to write myself a note in my calendar, because I can't remember the last time I took any time for myself to do basically any kind of regular activity or effort that would be just for me.
Time to set up the necessary changes, and make it happen. Holding my breath isn't going to help.