I just wanted to curl up under my desk at work today. Retreat home and just get under the covers to forget the day ever happened.
I am not sure what happened to bring this on. I looked into the mirror and hated what stared out at me. That should have been the first clue. I even took care today in dressing up, wearing a skirt, tights, doing up my hair, even wearing make up, to hide what I saw but it did not work. I knew what was underneath and I wanted to put a stop to it.
Just goes to show that my demons are never really gone. They pop in for a visit now and then. Like the elementary school bully that stopped focusing on me only to “discover” me again a week later.
Tomorrow is another day.