Sunday kinda sucked. I spent Saturday in a cleaning frenzy in my room. Sunday I tackled the bathrom. In a big way. I had two speeds: on and off. I whizzed around in a frenzy of motion and then collapsed into dreamless sleep for hours. Then back up again and whirling whirling whirling. The real suckage came from many people's expectations for the day going unmet and folks being very angry/upset/sad about it. Felt like everything must somehow directly or indirectly be my fault. Not rational. Not true. But it felt true.
Grateful Crap: that I am writing this a day late and am no longer in the land of Sucky Sunday.
took meds in the morning
became a (nontheist Christian Quaker) whirling dervish
Quaker, teacher, parent,