Doing my part to convert oxygen into carbon dioxide.
I’m not to sure how I am right now. Here is what I do know.
I’m depressed. I have no will to do anything or I am so frustrated that I’m ready to blow up. My body feels heavy, slow and my joints hurt. That’s not including the dislocated rib and the cold sores. I can’t think or speak well. I’m sleeping more and pretty much feel like a blob, with no distinct feelings or desires. I can’t taste anything.
What I’m capable of doing right now.
Getting dressed for a few hours. Reading, Pinterest and YouTube. Maybe eating.
Yesterday my nerves were so frazzled that I could not post anything in fear that I would unleash hell.
Have you ever been so frustrated that your body feels like it’s going to burst out in profanities and road rage, if your jaw hadn’t been locked in place from the tension that was festering from the depths of a blackening soul?
It was for everyone’s safety that I was banished to my room.
No, I didn’t post yesterday. I was rocking with Def Leppard and Poison!