I’m done. I think I probably hit this point a few weeks ago, when my irritation with everything lasted for days. I woke up irritated.
I don’t really know what it is. Mr. Lyndsy and I have been apart since August 10, but we’ve been apart this long before. That could still be it.
I’m not sleeping well either. But that’s nothing new. Maybe it’s catching up with me.
I can’t string together many non-irritated days anymore. That’s problem.
I know that irritation like this can be a symptom of anxiety. Unfortunately I can’t walk around stoned on Xanax all the time though I should consider it for the next few days until I’m back with Mr. Lyndsy.
I don’t like being irritated by everything. I don’t like not wanting to be around people. But I can’t be nice when I’m like this. And I’d rather not do and say things that will upset people.
Being me is hard sometimes. I don’t think all my pieces work particularly well together. An extrovert that can’t be around people nicely? That doesn’t work.
I have been exhausted lately. So much I want to and need to get done before I eventually get on a flight back to the sandbox but I just want to sleep or lay in bed. I’m tired of being tired.