Right now I feel like I am sitting under a great big black cloud, just threatening to open up and drench me. Behind me sits a huge slobbering black dog, waiting to swallow me whole in just one gulp.
I take my Cipralex every night and even though my anxiety is being kept at bay I am tired…
Maybe its this time of year. 2 years since my brother died. Crappy money situation due to a very long December. Hit the ground running at work.
Maybe its because I feel like crap. I have never been heavier (unless I was pregnant) and I feel fat and frumpy. I am going to gym, I do Pilates, yoga and Zumba, I keep getting heavier. I am eating healthier, smaller portions, I am still getting heavier. My face is sore again, this thing on the side of my nose is sore and ugly. I have an appointment with the dermo later today.
Maybe its because I am physically tired. Darling Faith has been waking up nearly every morning just after 12:30 and wants me to lie with her and it takes me a while to get back to sleep.
Maybe its a little bit of everything combined.
I know it will get better, I know everything will be fine but sheesh, I am tired. Emotionally, mentally, physically.