I hate Sunday nights. Not really because of the prospect of Monday, that is bad, but just because on most Sundays I am alone and lately, I have trouble handling that. I managed to restrain myself from binging today but I just felt low.
I did talk to my father who was worried he was having another stroke. He felt fine a little while later and did not go to the hospital and his back pain got a bit better too. He had just woken from a nap and felt weird. That was on my mind a lot.
I don’t know. I just felt blah. Thoughts of worthlessness, how I look, what I have let myself become and how I am nothing all swirled in my head. I have the Sunday blahs. I am plagued with them.
This seems to happen every Sunday. I coped by:
- Taking a shower. I can’t tell you have better it made me feel. I was tempted to stay in my pajamas all day. No one would see me. Why bother?
- Reading. I am on Book 3 of the Game of Thrones series. It makes me wonder what my forbearers did in the middle ages. My Dad’s genealogical DNA tests have given me a little bit of an idea. They were walking across Europe.
- Not sleeping. I usually nap and I could spend hours sleeping. Sometimes I think I could willingly sleep my life away.
How was your day?