Sigh

Sigh. This face. This needy puppy face slays me. He has my whole heart and he knows it. And honestly, in times like this when the world is just foggy and grey he is a big ol bright ball of sunlight in my life and I don’t know what I did before him. All the cuddles with mama. All the time. I think he absorbs my depressive energy like a sponge.

And speaking of depressive energy HOLY GOD I’M SICK OF THIS ALREADY. ENOUGH! I thought I had a glimpse through the madness earlier this week, but nope. On my two work-from-home days this week I stayed in bed working with my eyes closed until the afternoon. Ugh. Enough is enough, seriously.

I think the thing I’m most confused about is where is this coming from? Over the past, gosh 10-15 years? if I get in my head that I want to wean myself off of Zoloft I usually find myself back in a depressive funk sometime a few months later. But I didn’t do that this time. Honest and truly. And over the years when being a good patient and maintaining my not too crazy dosage of meds—I’m almost always ok. Normal ups and downs.

This time? This? I’m just not sure where it’s coming from. Empath awakening—mom? Who knows. All I know is I’m over it already. Enough is enough. I’m so freaking tired of being freaking tired and worn down.

I feel like HWMMS is on the verge of just screaming WAKE UP ALREADY. I’m wondering how my friends are tolerating my hibernating.

Deep sigh.


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