Really Bad Day

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Hey everyone,

Today was a not so good day.  I was in a ton of pain all day.  My elbow has been bugging me for about a week now but the pain is getting excruciating.  My hips are bothering me too today and my shoulders are tense.

I am really stressed because I have an essay and an exam next week and I am having a ton of trouble studying for the exam.  I have to study from the textbook; I have a really hard time focusing.  Everything I read goes right over my head. It is so unbelievably frustrating.  And of course the brain fog only gets worse the more stressed I get.

I went to Kingston last weekend to see all my friends from school.  It was really great to see everyone and I had a lot of fun.  But I had a really hard time afterwards.  It was really hard seeing them living and experiencing school.  They all have their own lives and fun and love living in Kingston.  Its the life I want to be living.  But I'm stuck at home, sick, missing my friends and Kingston.

It has been a feel sorry for myself kind of day.  Sorry for the whining, I've just been feeling the depression and anxiety hard lately.  

Hope your day is going better,

Jess

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