Sometimes, I don't know what's the matter with me.
I think it may just be a culmination of the last few weeks. Maybe I'm lonely. Maybe it's because my kids were gone on vacation.
Or maybe it's me. Hey, maybe it's my period. Who the hell knows?
I'm not a weepy girl. Well, not most of the time.
But these last couple of days have been bad. I've been falling apart to music, books, TV shows.... you name it.
And I really can't figure out why.
I've realized though that the why doesn't matter.
What matters is the emotion.
I have to say, I'm not a big fan of it.
But I'm having trouble pulling myself back. I've suffered with depression from time to time over the years and I know, once I get here, it's hard to come back.
Enough is enough though. And I know it's really up to me. I'm the only one who can stop this.
So, I'm setting a limit.
I'm going to shake it off.
And I mean today.
Whatever it takes. Because I'm no good to anyone like this.
Least of all me.
Just Keep Coming Back