Today I realized that I've been feeling very alone like I did last year when I was going through my depression. I feel, in a lot of ways, that I am back there, sliding down the hill into a deep dark hole. I've also realized that I tend to place my level of happiness on other people instead of myself. Even though I've come to this realization, I still find myself in the same situation.
In other news, last Friday before my massage, I was making a green smoothie when, all of a sudden, the knife fell off the counter onto my foot, cutting my big toe. I bandaged it up and jumped on the train out to my massage. and told myself that, if required, I'd go to the hospital after the massage. I felt great, but when I got there, the first thing my masseuse said to me was "Are you bleeding?". I looked down at my shoe and saw that I had bled through the bandaid, my sock AND my shoe. A trip to the hospital was in order. 3 stitches later, the doctor stitching me up told me the knife had managed to cut the tendon and he would get me an appointment with an orthopaedic surgeon to have it fixed. Yesterday, I went to get it fixed thanks to the surgery I had. Now, I'm left to deal with crutches for 4-6 weeks.