Yesterday I was in a funk. I just wanted to stare aimlessly into space and didn’t want anyone to bug me. At work I was feeling totally inadequate. For lunch I ended up at the library so i could find a quiet place to sit that wasn’t at work or in a parkinglot so I could dump my negative brain onto paper.
I guess it worked because I got back to work and I felt a little better, not much but a little.
I decided I had to find that list of therapists I had but kept losing. I needed help. Give me the magic pill that makes me the engaging person I know I am way deep inside. It is all chemical so I am finally at a place where chemicals were my only hope.
At home I went back into stare mode. I let Hollace watch TV in the other room all evening. RAW was getting cranky over communication with his mom. Not good when both of us are cranky.
This morning I was fine. Work seemed to go good. It was Friday before a 3 day weekend and all was good with the world.
Then it occurred to me that my funk on Thursday was one of my good ole fashion hormonal episodes. I hadn’t had one for so long I forgot about them.
That is all.