I think I need to get a life. Since taking my sabbatical from the working world I no longer have a job to write about. The only thing worthy of this boredom is decreasing my anxiety meds. Now my world revolves around my man and the house. Oh, and my day is spent in the company of my dog.
I know people would kill for a break from their schedules and an opportunity to stay home like this. Trust me, I am grateful seeing I wasn't doing well on the outside. Inside I still have the same problems. I feel like hell lately. I'm not happy with who I am and I won't do anything about it. Sometimes you fall so many times you stay on the bottom.
I'm hitting a wall of depression tonight. I'm sure it isn't fun to read about. I'd like to say 'I hope I feel like myself tomorrow', but that isn't aiming high at all.