Until next time

 I. Just. Don’t. Know 🤷🏻‍♀️ I’ve definitely been in a funk the past few days. I detest the morbid feelings that rise up from deep inside my gut. I don’t know what is going on inside my head and body when this happens—other than a lot of corkscrew spirochetes drilling into my brain and inside my body. No interests, am irritable, more reflective, and I tend to nap more. During these times I don’t watch TV and I don’t read. I don’t talk much at all. Maybe it’s a combination of all that’s transpired since December 2021 with my declining health and what’s still going on now. Maybe it’s partly from not going on country drives or picnics yet this year. Maybe it’s from having no vacations this year. Maybe it’s two upcoming surgeries. Maybe it’s from loneliness and too much isolation but that’s all the time. Maybe it’s Brian’s uncle being in hospice and knowing he’s the only one of Brian’s family that loves and accepts me. It’s more than my normal depression. I just try to get through it. It’ll pass until the next time hits…..