I’m suddenly getting the insatiable urge to bake cookies again.
You know, These Cookies.
My fingers are practically twitching with the anticipation of grating the fresh ginger.
*sigh*
Current Mood:
Alarmed
I suck at being a housekeeper.
I’m also awful with balls. Bouncy ones like basketballs and soccer balls (what were you thinking, you dirty bastard?).
And higher-level math. I’m a few french fries short of a happy meal when it comes down to analytical number-work.
But the biggest thing I’m terrible at doing? Putting myself first when I need to. I’m definitely getting a bit better, but I still suck at it.
I have been slipping back into that dreaded depression again for the last week. I didn’t even realize it until I woke up this morning. After battling a nasty case of the stomach bug, cleaning up massive amounts of kid-vomit, and finally surviving James’ version of the gastrointestinal crap, I felt wiped out.
Like, *really* wiped out. So exhausted that I’ve been having trouble distinguishing dreams from reality when I first wake up in the morning. I haven’t been able to summon the energy to go to my exercise class in a week. Worst of all, I realized that I haven’t been talking to James the way I am supposed to.
When the depression is in control, I get sucked inside of myself. I feel far away, isolated. Especially from the person who loves me most.
Luckily, when I opened my eyes this morning, I actually recognized that I’m headed back in that direction. Even better, though, I know that I have tools to combat it, and I am taking action today.
I am finished being a mere observer in my own life.
Excuse me while I go make a phone call to my therapist.
Current Mood:
Sad