Dammit, I know what’s wrong with me. The fucking periode came again after half a year of quiet and peace. I’m grateful I have a very reasonable explanation for a lot of emotional and physical crap during the past week. I am NOT grateful this useless shit isn’t finally done.
I’m grateful I managed to navigate the day allthough I have cramps and feel awful. I’m grateful I know the emotional codependent whiney blabla is hormone induced. I’m grateful I was civil with the ex who showed up today, it was ok. I’m grateful we came to terms that the stone wall will not be removed when he finishes it, so he will finish it. I’m grateful I can live with this pragmatic deal. I’m grateful he and his friend carried the huge palmtree inside. It’s getting too cold for leaving it outside.
I’m grateful the codependent freakshow in my brain was bearable.
I’m grateful I bought icecream, chocolate sauce and apple sauce to have a comfort food evening and treat myself. I’m grateful this too shall pass.
I’m grateful for cats sleeping on me, it’s so lovely 
I’m grateful the christmas decoration cheers up my whiney mood.
I’m grateful I have enough firewood, maybe I make fire in the kitchen stove today to feel more cozy.
I’m grateful for the washers, dish and laundry, for the fridge so well stuffed, for the hot water kettle, for flushing toilets, a big bathtub, comfy couch and bed, warm slippers and all the comfort and blessings of modern living 
I’m grateful there’s enough toilet paper in the house. ODAAT