Sad. Post Holiday crash? Too much chocolate? Not enough structure?
Sad and weepy today. Have been taking meds. But it they are not magic. Unhelpful external reasons not to actually crash include but not limited to my own children and other people’s children. I used to describe myself as a foul-weather friend. Only there for you when you need my help. Now I feel like foul friend. An ill friend that does no one good. Who only sees friends when I am in need. Listened to sad love songs on the radio about people who think their love-interest is perfect. And then thought of how I nearly had a panic attack trying to buy bagels and chocolate milk for the swim team. Which I did wrong. I still have 2 dozen bagels left. And a gallon of milk. And wallowed in my low self esteem Depressed puddle of imperfection. Children are playing. I’m gonna go wrap myself in a silk comforter in a dark room. Comments are closed.
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K. BuchananQuaker, teacher, parent, |