Low, low moments in time for Rosa. It boggles my mind that I can have such great support and still feel such a wreck. It boggles my mind that I can feel such a wreck and not let it show. Sometimes I almost convince myself I feel fine, when I am in the heat of the moment, caught up in things. It is when I am alone, when the lights are off and the sun has set, that the depression wriggles it’s way back into my brain.
I thought about blogging in the morning, because maybe then I could get a sense of how I feel fresh and new and ok, if just for that little bit. DSB and I have our coffee, and I am ok. My house is not a disaster and I don’t have laundry piled up and I have great plans for the day. I’m gonna ___ and ___ and ___. And then when I’m done, I’m g0nna write the blog post that will save the world in the most amazing way.
It’s laughable, really, how wide of a spectrum my mood travels during the course of a day. Happy mornings, irritable mid-days, anxious afternoons, sometimes an easy evening, and then darkness, in the darkness. It’s actually quite exhausting, and, come to think of it, am probably not getting enough sleep.
I have been staying up reading, addictively, on my new Paperwhite (sorry, I have probably only mentioned it 503 times since Christmas). It is not holding a charge very well, but I think that might be because I am using it far more than the 30 minutes a day it mentions when it mentions a “several week” battery charge. I also leave the Wi-Fi on so I can download books at a moments notice and get updates. That slows it down, too. Moving on, no more Kindle drivel.
I know I haven’t mentioned it lately, but I am still not smoking. I have some incredible stats to brag about:
One month, two weeks, two days, 12 hours, 0 minutes and 54 seconds. 2790 cigarettes not smoked, saving $354.33. Life saved: 1 week, 2 days, 16 hours, 30 minutes.
Yep, I’d say that’s pretty good. Still with a few slip-ups, mostly one puff that leads to gagging and coughing and saying, “What the FUCK was I thinking?!?” But I’m not gonna lie. I miss smoking. I miss the way it used to make me feel, the way I could hold it in my hand, the way it was a shared habit between me and people I care about. And now I’m on the outside. It’s actually pretty hard, more-so over the last several days.
Ok, now I’ve gotten off course. Or maybe I haven’t. This blog can be like my mood…up and down and all around. I think I probably lost people after the first little bit and then they scan through the rest looking for something interesting. Or, that could be my in-the-hole self-esteem talking. I don’t know and at this very moment in time, I’m gonna go crawl into bed with my not-fully-charged Kindle and read. And read and read and read, until it’s not so scary to go to sleep.
Good night and light me a candle when you get a minute.
RosieSmrtiePants 