Yesterday was an off day for me. I’m not sure if it was the overall stress from everything lately, or if my meds are out of whack. All I know is yesterday my depression took the wheel.
I tried to fight it by keeping myself busy. I disinfected and polished both of our kitchen sinks, vacuumed the main floor, rearranged the front room after clearing out the Christmas tree mess, and did load upon load of dishes.
I didn’t let it get the best of me until the afternoon. My “Husband” said something and it just set me off. I didn’t get out of bed for a few hours after that.
When I finally did, my body told me I pushed myself too far. My fibro pain was from the tips of my fingers to the soles of my feet.
I’ve said it before, I am a sharer. I sometimes share too much. Regardless, it’s healthier to get it out than hold it in. Plus, I didn’t get any purging done yesterday. I feel like I owe you all an explanation for that.
Today my life is jammed to the rim. I left the house at 10am, I will be home for an hour soon (3pm), then I’m at work till 8pm. While my health is stable, I just don’t have time to purge today.