Day 7 is upon me. I woke up feeling tired and unmotivated. After our early morning 1-2 mile walk, I was in a really bad mood. Super cranky, hating everything. I absolutely hate this feeling of being agitated, short fused, and mean. It’s impossible to quell. I’m angry at the world and for all the slights and assholery that occurs. I’m so angry at how dirty everything is and argh, just fucking every thing is annoying. I would love nothing more than to get wasted rn. If I did, I would totally lose my mind and flip out again. I can feel it. Maybe this is menopause rage that one just has to deal with or a cornucopia of stuff…quitting drinking, starting a psych med, the regime, men not wanting women in agriculture in CA, new money in LA that has ZERO respect for anything.
Oh let me shut up. I’m so cantankerous. I will not drink. I think the best thing for me is to find a 12pm meeting. Yep. That’s what I shall do.
Keep at it friend. Hope you were able to make the noon meeting and that it helped. Just keeping moving forward One Moment At A Time - it does get easier 