An Unexpected but Necessary Rest Day: A Mental Health Venting Post
I'm not having the best day today. Hell, I'm not having the best week of my life. I think I need to write about it so that I can let it go. Writing is usually very therapeutic for me. I don't know why, but it's always been that way for me. I've kept a journal since I was a small child. I always wanted to be a writer, though not necessarily a "famous writer". Now, I'm actually writing a book! We'll see if it gets published. I've been feeling pretty down (physically) since Friday evening. I slept well that night. I got almost 9 hours of sleep and almost felt rested in the morning. Unfortunately, that was the last decent night's sleep I've gotten. Saturday and Sunday mornings, I woke up at 3 am, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, ready to take on the day. I suspect a manic cycle coupled with painsomnia . I was in pain each morning when I woke up at 3 am, so it makes sense that painsomnia had something to d...