It's Monday.
I'm in a piss poor mood.
Fighting tears all day, for no real reason.
My husband thinks I need to talk to someone.
As in a shrink.
But he claims I know how to 'play' a shrink.
Claims I know what to say and how to say it.
So he wants me to go and talk to someone, but not play them.
:(
He's probably right.
I know what my 'problems' are.
I know what they stem from.
I know what will make me feel me again.
So what's the point in going?
Blogging sure is cheaper after all.
I don't know... I'm just tired of the anger and sadness and tears.
And I'm super tired of not being able to look anyone, especially children, in the eyes.
Meh, this to shall pass.