Friday, and still streaking
Friday, January 16, 2015
I don't really know that I have much to add to that. It's Friday. I'm still tracking my food. Nothing else to report.
I've always had issues with trying to make people think I'm this terminally happy person. That's the way I was taught to behave. That made me nothing but miserable, and with no-one to talk to about how I really felt.
My life has been in the toilet for so long that I need climbing gear to get out. I'm on antidepressants, and anti-anxiety meds, and now that my doctor is on board with my sleep issues, sleeping pills.
Yup, that's me, the fun void.