I managed to go back to sleep, but woke up in completely jittery PMDD hell. Usually this wouldn’t bode well, but I’m trying this thing where I just go with my emotions, let then wash over me - savor them, even - all while reminding myself that this will pass. I’m happy. This is but a momentary voyage into depression, like watching a sad movie.
Trying to hide what you’re feeling, trying to function when it feels like climbing a mountain… that’s where the problems come in. Luckily it’s a Saturday, so I’m going to put off the gym and that work thing that I needed to do until tomorrow. I have medicine and chocolate, a big comfy blanket and a pile of comics to read.
I’m gonna do me today. It might get weird. But I’m feeling optimistic.