I’m having a bad day. The worst I’ve had in a while.
I’m down. I can’t write. It makes me feel lazy and sluggish and I hate that.
Expectation vs. reality really clobbers me sometimes. I had wanted this weekend to be ultra-productive– to rip through my work in progress in two days and get scenes lined up and make them prettier, and instead I stare at one page, fumble through a little bit, then stare at another page, repeat.
I took my meds this morning. All good on that front. Just woke up with a foggy beast on top of me that I’ve been trying to outrun all day– unsuccessfully.
My nap didn’t help. My excellent lunch didn’t help. Reaching out to friends isn’t helping either.
I think that those of us who have brain disorders are just bound to have these funky days from time to time. I praise God that this is a rare occurence. It used to be expected.
So there’s my silver lining.