I feel it coming on every afternoon since we got back from our trip. At some point, four or five o’clock, no matter what we’ve been doing the rest of the day, I begin to find the company of others unbearable.
Even today, even when I spent the entire afternoon out, by myself, completely relaxed.
Even when I started the day off well. Even when I’ve had enough sleep.
It’s like a collision between my depression and low blood sugar.
And I hate everything about.
I go upstairs, I separate myself in quiet. I get annoyed, easily frustrated. Unfair. I sit and wonder what the hell is wrong with me.
Normal people don’t feel this way. Normal people don’t crash in the middle of the day. Normal people don’t have to escape from their family for fear of lashing out.
Normal people don’t wake up ready to dance and spend their afternoon waiting to explode.