Trying to figure out what to make for dinner is overwhelming me and giving me anxiety. I can’t make a decision and I’m frustrated with myself for being so incompetent. Screams of “failure!” bounce around in my head when I have trouble with ordinary tasks. I don’t want to be a domestic disappointment on top of being a professional one. I have to keep telling myself I’m injured and that my brain isn’t always going to perform the way I want it to or tell me what I need to hear. Struggling is not failure, giving up is. Back to the freezer I go.