I'm about to start a new day at work and I'm wishing that it were Friday again. Well, this is nothing new-I always wish it were a friday and that it's time for me to kick back and relax with friends and spend my Sundays home watching tv.
But today, I want it more than most days. I want to be home lying in my bed and letting myself be preoccupied with the shows on tv. I've been feeling down and I want to escape where I am at right now.
The holidays almost always manage to bring me down. It's a reminder of loneliness and inadequacy of the past and what the future may bring. Such a bleak perspective I know. I've always struggled with this, but it's only now that I'm actually admiting this truth about what I've been masking out for many years...