Maybe it’s coming off of my birthday week which was excellent in terms of food and exercise and family gatherings. Maybe it’s just the time of the year when I miss my Dad. Maybe it’s the exhaustion over some new parenting techniques we’re using to improve Wes’s behavior but that require 100% of our attention when we’re around him. Maybe it’s the headaches. Maybe it’s that my calf is bugging me. Maybe it’s that I can’t find my favorite earrings and my hair is driving me batty. Maybe I’m not getting enough sleep. Maybe I’m bummed that the sequel to “Discovery Of Witches” is getting bad reviews. Maybe I’m sick of this weather.
Either way…I’m in a funk.
I hate it when I get down, because I pride myself on being upbeat and in control of my moods. I like that I can just see the positive in so many things and try my best to bring smiles to those around me.
Which is why when I’m in the funk? It turns into this weird downward spiral of shame. “I’m sad which means I can’t make other people happy which means I become sadder which means I can’t leave the house which makes me saddest of all.”
Or some such psychotic nonsense.
And of course – as we’ve all discussed (“We” being “Those of us who cope with depression and anxiety with food.”) – when I’m really sad/down? I eat. Which makes me more sad/down. Which lengthens the downward spiral of psychotic nonsense into some dark and dreary subplanet of depression where the puppies are all ugly and rainbows are in black and white.
I’m in a funk.
So…I need to snap out of it. I need a slap on the face. A punch in the gut. A wake-up call. Something that will shake me loose of the gray and remind me of the sun that is always present in my life.
In other words? Post links to pictures of cute kitties and videos of laughing babies.
Thank you very much.
Edited To Add: THANK YOU JEZEBEL.COM FOR GIVING ME THIS!