It's been a rough week...and it's only half over. (Oh dear lord.)
The partner and I are both fighting the "creeping crud" (Thanks, mom...that describes the feeling perfectly), and I have evidently decided that this is the week that any and all angst I have about leaving my job will come to full crescendo.
Yep, that's me...highly emotional. (Anyone surprised? Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?). Frustrated by own inability to identify--much less deal with--my own damn feelings. And all of this just leads to more emotional overload.
Gosh, this is fun.
It feels a little like a hot, wet, wool blanket lying on top of me. I want to crawl out from underneath, but I don't have the energy to push through the weight. Instead, I just want to sleep, and hope that the morning will bring relief.
So far, no luck with that.
Rationally, I know it will pass...but it feels like it's been here a bit too long. It's definitely worn out its welcome.
For now, I will do my best to clear my mind, rest my body, and take care of my heart. It's the best I can do with the resources I've got.
Oh yeah...and to remember to repeat the mantra:
"Depression is a lying bastard."