14,323 Days Alive
3 Days into This Mental Funk
I am stuck in this endless negative feedback loop. In angry and I don’t quite know why.
It’s exhausting. And disquieting. I’m not often angry, but these last few days I’ve been absolutely furious about the smallest, stupidest things. My shirt getting caught on a door knob, the trash getting torn into, my pillow being wrongly lumpy, and just a million other tiny paper cuts of problems adding up to utter frustration.
I know it’s probably hormonal. But I’ve not ever had this happen. I am, however, three weeks into a new birth control and am being run over by my cycle for the eighth day so far. So maybe that’s it? I’m not sure, but it genuinely just occurred to me that it could be from that.
In any case, I hope to do laundry tomorrow, get some writing done, have leftover pizza for breakfast, and get cuddles from my partner.
I’m headed home from Pathfinder now, so it’ll be time to medicate and feed the feline overlord before medicating myself and going to bed.
Take your meds, folks.
Postmark Wonderland 