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Sep. 17th, 2009 03:22 pmI'm having a really unstable week, emotionally.
Monday was suicidally depressing, tuesday was actually quite good, wednesday was a rollercoaster of the two, and today, I'm back to suicidal.
Kirsten's still in the US, and knowing it will be a long time between visits is killing me, and Corben is off with his mom and her partner, on holiday somewhere hot for two weeks.
Earlier today, I discovered a sobbing sound coming out just below my nose.
Starting to wonder if I might need mood stabilizers and / or anti-depressants. Probably just the latter, my mania isn't really out of hand or dangerous, it's the down-swings I'm struggling with.
I feel like walking into the street and bellowing I WANT TO BE WITH MY FUCKING WIFE AND CHILD YOU COCK SUCKING CUNTS and beating the next person I see to death with a fucking piece of wood.
Needless to say, this is making the dayjob something of a chore.
Thing is, I'll probably be right as rain again, tomorrow. And so the cycling continues.
I'm not one for mewling about life being unfair, it's just what it is, but some days, it can be unbearable.
Monday was suicidally depressing, tuesday was actually quite good, wednesday was a rollercoaster of the two, and today, I'm back to suicidal.
Kirsten's still in the US, and knowing it will be a long time between visits is killing me, and Corben is off with his mom and her partner, on holiday somewhere hot for two weeks.
Earlier today, I discovered a sobbing sound coming out just below my nose.
Starting to wonder if I might need mood stabilizers and / or anti-depressants. Probably just the latter, my mania isn't really out of hand or dangerous, it's the down-swings I'm struggling with.
I feel like walking into the street and bellowing I WANT TO BE WITH MY FUCKING WIFE AND CHILD YOU COCK SUCKING CUNTS and beating the next person I see to death with a fucking piece of wood.
Needless to say, this is making the dayjob something of a chore.
Thing is, I'll probably be right as rain again, tomorrow. And so the cycling continues.
I'm not one for mewling about life being unfair, it's just what it is, but some days, it can be unbearable.
