Yesterday was not a good day. I had a meltdown, something in which I rarely indulge. Poor Terry, having to sit through my tantrum. The good thing is that he went through his own dark valley of depression some 16 years ago, and he understands. Still. I shouldn’t have put him through that.
Some things did surface, though, that I need to address and quit stuffing down into that dark place in my soul that we all keep hidden and protected.
I’m trying to decide whether or not to call my doctor for medication. If I were my own client, I would strongly suggest it. I, however, am SO STRONG that I can get through this. Right.
Well, my God is that strong. And it has occurred to me that maybe I need to experience what I help so many other people pick their way through. Take my own medicine. We’ll see. This is a busy week, with cleaning, laundry, and food prep that has to be done before Thanksgiving Day.
No time for any more meltdowns.