She Needs A Break

I need a break.

"She needs a break!" Name the movie.

Oooooh! I volunteered almost 10 hours this week. But, I also shopped, cleaned, laundered, solved little crisis—you know, life.

I was supposed to meet with Dr. Swede and Ingrid tomorrow. But, I can’t. I just need a day to myself. They both understood totally. I’m glad I have people in my life that I don’t have to lie to.

So I may going to keep tonight short and write a post tomorrow.

I just wanna watch my shows and color. And eat pie! Today was pie day.

Do I feel guilty for not doing a proper post? Yes.

I feel guilty about a lot of things.

Maybe I really do have PTSD. Every panic attack takes me back to an ugly, ugly event. If I my—God forbid—UC were flaring I would not be hesitant to say thus and take care of myself. So, maybe just living for me now is triumph enough.

I am not on disability because I am lazy. I got knocked-out hard in the last round. 

I need to believe that.

I need a break.

Smoke ‘em if ya’ got ‘em. God Bless

In the name of The Father, Son, and Holy Spirit; Mother Mary, Saint Brigid; Saint Jude; Saint Therese Lisieux; Saint Peter; Archangel Michael, and my Guardian Angel, Jed.

PS: THANK YOU GOD, SAINTS, MOTHER MARY, JED, AND ALL SAINTS FOR THE CUBS WIN.  For G-Pa.