Wednesday

It's going to be one of those days. The slide began about 5:00 last night when I got an unexpected email. It was frustrating, upsetting, and infuriating all rolled up into one. It opened up old wounds and delivered a virtual slap in the face. It is the latest in a long line of trigger events. I drove home from work after receiving it, forgetting all about the stuff I needed at the grocery store. I devoured my dinner, trying to seek solace in food as I always do. I sat on my couch last night, alternately staring blankly at either the television or the laptop monitor.

As I sit here at work on a Wednesday morning, I can not concentrate on anything. I am on edge, waiting for the next shoe to drop. The dull headache has returned, my patience is short. I'll have to fight to keep this in check so I can function. The fragile truce has been broken, the battlefield in my mind has erupted, it's time yet again to go to war.