Last week around this time I was feeling high. Hopeful. It was a change in the weather. It felt like fall. Not humid in the am, and breathable air. Refreshing.
And then this weekend. So low I felt like I would throw up. Cried Sunday. In the kitchen. In the shower. I woke up feeling like I cried in my sleep.
Low again today. Low like crying at my desk low. Could have cried in meetings low. Better later at work though. Worked through the reference book. Had a productive meeting, shot the shit. Taught. Worked on the reference book more. Talked to Melissa this evening. Cleaned the kitchen. Took a shower.
Had to write this down bc I know things get better. But it never feels like that when I'm in it.
Furiously happy came in the mail today and maybe that brought some hope, too.