Sir and I went to sleep too early last night. I skipped yoga, packed away the Halloween decorations, cooked and watched tv. A very lazy night since my knee still hurt.
I had horrible dreams. I don’t recall much. I just knew by 5am I was too afraid to sleep. so I got up and went for a run. I’m pooped, sad, just all around not interested in life today. What sucks worse, I have a three hour meeting.
I woke up with the most horrible feeling. total despair. it really sucked. you know what helped? Sirs messages and emails. he didn’t stay asleep either. the act of a simple email or text reminds me not to sink into that pit of despair. I just wish it wasn’t always looming around me.
Time to get some things done, I could really use a nap
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