Birthday Bleugh

The husband decided to provide some feedback on my last blog post.

To summarise, he didn’t like how I had tried to condense what I was trying to say, he said it felt rushed and didn’t have the same personality as my usual blog posts.

I wouldn’t mind, but that blog post took me bloody ages, not to write, but to edit and condense so that people didn’t get bored with my ramblings. So now, you have him to thank if this post turns out to be too long :)

The birthday was celebrated a bit too much at the weekend. I spent my actual birthday feeling a bit pissed off with myself for not being spritely enough to do anything and cancelling the plans that I had with the husband. I couldn’t wait for Monday when I would feel back to normal on again.

If anything, I felt worse on Monday. I’ve had many a moody Monday in my time, but I don’t quite recall one this severe. I woke up tearful and unmotivated. Self-deprecating thoughts flew about my brain, thinking of all the things I could have and should have done the day before, of all the things I needed to do today.

I was supposed to finish my newsletter today, I just wanted to stay in bed feeling sorry for myself. My misery only magnified by the fact that a couple of days ago, I was on top of the world, it’s like I have used up all my serotonin.

Someone was happy though, that devil voice in my head, Veronica thought all her Christmases has come at once.