These are the days I really hate… these days where…
I went to bed at a good time
I got enough sleep
I took my meds
I had a healthy dinner last night and breakfast this morning…
and yet… I woke up fighting paranoia and some sneaky brained thinking. I was sure someone was peeking in our windows… i was sure my sis moved out of the apartment in my sleep… was sure my coffee had been tampered with… I was thinking the garbage man is stalking us.
(No, there is no one out side… my sis is still here and just getting ready for work, my coffee is fine… though a little weak today… the garbage man drove on and away.)
Having a hard time concentrating and I just don’t have my normal humor in me. I’m feeling flat and not as chatty today. I’m also feeling slow. I don’t want to go back to bed… I’m going to go for a gentle swim and hope that snaps me out of it. I’ll hop off sooner then later and ask my sis to drive.
I’m feeling a bit to scattered to be behind the wheel.
I hate it when I do everything right and it doesn’t feel like it’s working. I KNOW it’s working…
without meds… I’d be loosing it big time… not just fighting off a bit of irritated ennui.
The more I sit and stew on this… the worst it going to get. So I better step away, refocus my energy and get ready for the pool.