Burning Out Again
The last 3 days I've been so unproductive at work - I've been present, but that's about it. My to-do list is short and simple, and yet it feels like such a chore so I've been putting it off for a dangerous amount of time. It's been days of browsing the internet like a lazy child, and I hate myself for it.
Maybe it's a combination of the drama of Honeybun's family, helping a friend cope with her discovery of an unplanned pregnancy and the baby-daddy who vanished, walking eggshells around my parents with every call twice a day, and caring for the home. I'm mentally exhausted. I have no time for myself anymore, and my emotions are already swinging around as I start "that time of month" on Sunday.
I tell myself I'm being ridiculous, and yet all I want is a day or two off of work, not helping someone with their personal problems, and time to just be still. A mental health day of just sitting outside with a book would do wonders - but that won't be happening any time soon.
Hormone rollercoaster has me wanting to just sit in the bathroom and cry. It's pathetic.