Wonder why mornings are so difficult?
I get up outta bed and just want to cry; I feel every mistake I ever made come rushing to my feet and all saying WHY? I feel like a failure...I couldnt handle my life so out of control and even though I now understand it was a manic episode it does nothing to fix the pain I caused or the family it harmed.
It wont be long though...the riggors of daily life will cause me to get off my butt and take a shower, get dressed, get out and get moving and thereby not actually dealing with anything for another day.
Ugh.
Coffee, I need more coffee.