What aggravates the way my brain works is that I worry, and then I get angry because I've been worrying. And I rage against the impatient people (while also being sympathetic to their needs, which is why I was worrying in the first place). And then I get angry with me for being angry with them. And then I think "but that way only leads to the dark side!" knowing full well that when I rage against myself, depression sets in. And I will NOT let depression get me. I had my bout last April. I should have 2 years or so before the next one.
So I convince myself to stop being angry and to just chill. There's no reason to worry.
Except that the worry begins anew.
Still, I'm going to PRETEND that I'm not worried, and I'm going to log off in just a few minutes and finish reading The Tiger in the Well which is an absolutely gripping Philip Pullman novel. Then I'm going to think about September, which is one of my most favorite months of all. Soon there will be lovely yellow and orange leaves on the trees and the weather will go from summertime heat to autumn cool. And then I'll go to bed with my kitty by my side and dream pleasant dreams and wake up refreshed.