I've done sailed that river.

Lately I've been angry. Angry about work. Angry about finances. Angry about my students' behavior.

But not really.

I've discovered I'm angry at Lupus. Angry that it makes me so tired I have to carefully guard my energy for work. Angry that it makes me afraid I can't do my job. Angry that I don't have the patience for my students' behaviors. Angry that I'm afraid that I won't be able to support myself and Mama Mia if my Lupus gets worse or the house payment increase again. (No I don't have a variable rate mortgage.)

Here's to officially being past the denial stage.