I woke up on the funky side of the bed today. And I’m not talking about the George Clinton kind of funk, which would probably be a little shocking to wake up to (seriously, picture opening your eyes and seeing this guy sitting at the foot of your bed) but maybe a tiny bit awesome at the same time.
No, I’m taking about this kind of funk, but picture me wearing warm weather clothing because it’s hot as hades and we have no air conditioning.
It’s the kind of funk where you feel exhausted all day, even just laying on the couch. When even taking a shower (which I finally got around to…at 5:30 pm) might as well be climbing Mt. Everest. And even mountain climbers get a Sherpa. Where’s my shower Sherpa?!?!
There are so many things I want to do and NEED to do. I want to write, learn how to use our DSLR camera, I need to make lunches for the week, spend time with my bugaboo, clean the house, wash our filthy bedsheets, finish those Christmas stocking kits I bought last fall, and I feel like if I learn Spanish and take a yoga class I will immediately become a better person.
Basically, I want to do ANYTHING but lie here and feel sorry for myself. But that’s all I can do today.
Honestly, I’m so tired of dealing with this shit. Just when I think I’m starting to feel better, happy, normal, I start feeling this way again. Will it ever end?
When did you feel like you were fully out of the clutches of PPD? Do you sometimes have little relapses? It gets better, right?