Not only did I have to start a second Composition Notebook journal after a request from my therapist on Monday for a small record of my recent mood and sleeping habits but the damn thing is now getting so dark, its insane. I’m not sure whether it’s a good or bad thing that I’m more amused than shocked by the whole thing. It’s now more than ten pages with the promise of much more for less than two days worth of writing so far.
I am currently rapid cycling and my mood has been shifting from one extreme to the next in as few as fifteen minutes. It’s actually quite an interesting thing to observe when I’m not busy going through the pain and trauma of it all. Sadly, more often than not, I don’t have the clinical detachment to appreciate the scientific side of this. Sort of living it, which isn’t fun at all.
I am exhausted. Physically, mentally, emotionally, psychologically, and anything else one could think to throw in there.
Ah well, back to it. I’m dragging behind in some volunteer stuff and I want to get it finished before three hours are up.
I just hope this tones down before my Jury duty comes up. If I’m still this bad or worse a week from now, I’m going to put in for a postponement.