Atay's Journal

I'm just walking around my house in circles today.  Can't focus.  I tried to sit and write down what I am going to do, hour by hour, but that list didn't pan out at all.  I'm cleaning a room and someone stops over.  I'm needing a bite to eat right in the middle of a painting project.  My dog escapes and someone calls me because they found her downtown.  I need to go for a walk but the paint is almost dry on the dresser.  I am online while waiting for the clothes to dry, yet I'm pretty sure I'm supposed to be doing something else, so my skin starts to crawl and I have a nice panic attack.  I am sad because I am finally starting to find things to do and my depression is lifting just in time for me to pick up my daughter after her week long vacation, which I spend being depressed and bored instead of doing all the things that I wanted to get done, done.

The five pounds is going off, so that's good.

I'm not quite right today.  What is this feeling?  Anxiety.  Why?  A little mania perhaps.  Ugh!

I'm tired.