I guess I'm allowed to have bad days. But today I just feel down in the dumps, want to put on my jammies, and hide under the covers and cry. It sucks breaking up with your best friend. Even if it is the best thing for both of you. I just think this would be so much easier if I hated his guts. But I don't hate him. I love him. Just not the way you are supposed to love the person with whom you share your life with until death do you part. And I really need a hug right now, but there is nobody here to hug me. Add to that the fact that Starbucks was broken when I stopped to get a Pumpkin Spice Latte. Now how am I supposed to cheer up? I had a crazy doctor appointment today. And it was determined that I have PMDD . Guess who is premenstrual right now? Right, that would be me. Probably most of the reason I'm so crabby and sad today. Unfortunately, the antidepressant that I am on does not work for PMDD,...
My journey, trying to be an Ironman, while dealing with anxiety, depression, body dysmorphia, self doubt, and life as a single mom with two grown sons, a crazy ass dog, and a handful of cats.