The plan was to go back to sleep after the boys left for school, but the house next door is getting a new roof and we are on day two of nail gun heaven. Lucky me. I tried to read but that's not working. I had an omelet. That just made me nauseous. Everyone is always telling me that the like how I can always put a positive spin on things or how I always see the silver lining. Some days are more graceful than others. And some days I lose my shit. It happens. Today might just be that day.
I think technically that day was Monday night, when I pretty much broke down mid Kitchen clean up. I was trying to hard to hold it together. I'm usually a wait until everyone is sleeping to cry kinda gal. David figured it out and ended up hugging me until I was done. Then he helped me finish cleaning up and listened to a few more colorful outbursts, wiped away a few more tears and sent my butt to bed. I didn't fall asleep until after 2am. I got a whole 3 hours of sleep that night.
For a few minutes I thought depression was creeping back into me. Its always been around. Worse at times, but throughout the most part of my sickness, I have been able to push through that darkness. I have been able to focus on the good and the light. Anxiety yes, depression, not so much. But this felt like something more. Something stronger. And then it hit me.
