Been stewing in a very large, very deep, and very, very dark pit of emotion today and can’t seem to find my way out. It’s that drunken bottoming out (without the drinking) that kills you if you can’t ride it out to safety. Can’t sleep for more than 1/2 hour at a time because I’m hemorraging too heavily. So combine hormones with sleep-deprivation, a little SAD, a little of the Xmas blues, and the tumultuousness of a full-blown crisis and it’d be a wonder if I wasn’t going a little mental. But knowing its cause doesn’t make it easier to maneuver through.
Life Begins at 41...or maybe 43 