I feel it on me like a heavy blanket. Time to shake it off. Time to get busy. One night stewing in an empty house and I turn into a head case? I’m beginning to think I touch my Sweetie and my son all the time for my own oxytocin fix.
Time to throw off the depression. Time to get busy instead of sitting home moping. I need a to-do list and a swift kick in the ass.
This is bullshit and I know it.
Moving on to something more productive!