Truly hating life right now. I have consistently been feeling crappy over the past week or so. (I guess that would be since coming back from vacation.)
I know that what I am feeling is irrational, and logically, I can tell myself that what I am feeling is not founded in the reality of life. But I still feel it. I feel like I constantly have to be on guard for the next person waiting to ambush me. I need to be prepared for the next attack. Again, I know this is irrational, but it is what it is. And truthfully, I hate it.
Nick has been great about the whole thing. He has been patient. But this has got to be as old for him as it is for me.