Somehow Saturdays are so hard

I don’t quite understand, but Saturdays are the hardest day of the week.  I make it through a whole week of infusions with high energy and good spirits, and then Saturday I crash hard.  Same as the previous weeks.  I sleep in way too late.  Have no energy.  Cry for no reason.  Can’t eat.  No fun.

Today the plan was to go to the beach.  Really, it was my brother’s plan.  To take KM to the Oregon coast, and to let one of the dogs play in the wet and.  I was the limiting factor.  He kept asking me if i was ready yet.  I was still in my bathrobe.  I knew that we were going to be getting there really late.  I felt pressure.  And then I started crying.  I didn’t want to hold them back, but I aslo wanted to go.  I also didnt want to go, but I didn’t want to give up and not go.  Oh, what a jumble in my head.

I did go.  It was worth it.  The wind was strong.  The ocean was big. The dog was really happy. I slept on the way there and the way back.

x left this morning (no beach), P left to be with his girlfriend’s family last night, and KM leaves tomorrow morning at some really early time.  LK and I are going to hang out on Monday, but other than that, my friends have returned home.  I am, of course, a little bit sad from that.  But I also know that I have all my friends in NYC when I return.  Seven days.

I’m feeling really stifled by my family right now.  I know they don’t mean to.  But it happens. I’m really looking forward to going back to my regular life.

That said, I’m scared to have to take responsibility for so much of what my mother has been helping me with.  From helping me figure out what I could possibly eat, to making it, to doing my laundry, to supporting me emotionally.  NYC/Brooklyn is going to be a culture shock.  It is going to be hard again.  And there are going to be lots of people.