God, I hope today is a better day than yesterday. The meds still staved off the worst of each, but yesterday was the roughest day I've had since I started the wellbutrin. Good ole intrusive thoughts were getting the best of me, then turned extra dark at night. Super negative self-talk. I was having a hard time fighting the apathy, but I won out in the end. I still managed to get the materials ready for some crafts and applied to a couple of writing jobs online. Like I said, the pills help with the worst of bad feelings still, but I really had to make myself do those things instead of curling up in bed, letting the intrusive thoughts run free, and feeling sorry for myself.
I'm still not feeling all sunshine and rainbows this morning. I suppose that's to be expected. I'm still in one of my rare "I don't feel like talking moods."...Which figures because we are going all the places today. It's Wednesday, library day. I also told the kids I would take them to the park before that if they get their school done in a decent amount of time. I'm also finally going to go to the gym today. Between camping and being sore from playing basketball with my oldest this weekend, it's been almost 2 weeks since I've been. Yikes. Maybe that's part of my problem too...
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