[310/365] boring mental health stuff

I broke my foot when I was eighteen (only two years before I started writing the blog that's now archived here, which is a wild thought...). I remember it being annoying and boring and all that but not really that bad?

So I wasn't prepared for how much I am struggling mentally with this now.

I have to remember

a) A lot has happened since then! I didn't even know I had depression or anxiety then! And they've gotten so much worse thanks to various trauma and whatnot. My brain is much more broken now generally
b) This injury and the treatment thereof was far more traumatic this time than the broken foot was. (And that's even counting the fact that my mom refused to take me to the doctor about it until I'd kept my appointment at the dentist, to get all my wisdom teeth out!)
c) I'm an adult now! A lot of what I'm frustrated at is not being able to meet responsibilities I didn't have at 18. Especially with a disabled household where we're all good at different stuff: without all of us, various things start to fall apart pretty quickly! Also especially with a little dog, who doesn't know why I won't take him for walks when he's asked so nicely.
d) I lived in a house with no stairs then! I'm still only dealing with one stair to and from the kitchen (and thus the bathroom) and it's better with barakta's excellent suggestion of using a chair (mother_bones's perching stool handily lives right there!) to sit down on and then stand up at the higher level. But it's still so tiring I'm literally breaking into a sweat every time I need a pee. I'm tired enough to get angry and frustrated. Which are also more tiring!