I am having a bad day. The last few days I have been off. This is bipolar. I was up, up, up excited and forgot to take my pills for three days. By Saturday, I was weepy and axious. There isn't a something. I just feel bad. Tears are at the edge of my eyelids. I am stressed about the house, bills, and our non exsistant parent strategies. The old insecurities started piling in and I just can't. To want to diapear and appear at the same time is quite a conundrum. I think my hormones are going nutty too which may be a huge part if it. I prayed for a little hope and a song came on the radio about hope. I asked God to help me believe. He answered me very specifically, but I don't FEEL better. I just know I will.
I am starting my own blog to reduce my boredom and give me a place to put my thoughts. Recently some people I know put some very difficult words out for all the world to see. I have been chicken to do the same and now I want to set the record straight. I didn't talk to people from high school for over ten years. It seems so silly now. I found out recently that I'm not the only one who grew up in college and beyond. We aren't kids anymore so the past is just that the past. I'll admit some of it I don't want to remember, but we did have some fun times in high school. The truth is something happened to me that I was not at all ready to talk about so I just avoided people. I got married in 1998 to a really great guy I met in college. We were giddy and in love. We decided after nine months of bliss to have a baby. Why not? I was bored and we wanted one. That sounds terrible to say that, but it is true. Boom one month later I was expecting. Three months later Jo
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