Sundays used to have a special charm to them. Now, they don't as much. But I'll get over that someday. Yesterday was a miserable day - rainy, windy, depressing. I hated it all day. We had our taxes done (not good news but, well, it is what it is) and then went for some lunch at our usual place and then came home. I fell asleep and still felt miserable when I woke up. Took a pill and began to feel better.
Anxiety when I woke up this morning early (even earlier than I imagined since we changed time last night) but I just forced myself back to sleep until seven o'clock. And now I'm better. Grocery shopping is done, breakfast is eaten, and now we'll decide what to do with the next few hours before we come home and settle in for the rest of the day. Since Russell has to go to bed so early to get up early on Monday, our Sundays are cut short.
Whine whine whine. I just want to feel good. To feel content. To feel happy. I just want to feel like me. I wonder if I'm still inside of myself. Time will tell.
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