Slow to respond to things, moving slower than i thought, not much laughter and no silliness that make peole laugh.
Constantly pacing for hours: back and forth, up and down the stairs, walking from room to room and then back again.
The day the snow was heavy, I had to get out of the house. I was too restless to stay in the house so i braved the snow and went out. I was glad to be out of the house but shopping at my favorite store, Home Depot did not put a smile on my face or joy inside of me.
i feel that i am just moving through life at a slow, boring pace. I have no spark.
I have stopped writing and have lost the confidence needed to complete my book. I seem to have no desire to do anything. Even my collage hanging in my office, gives me no desire to start a new project or work on the ones I’ve already started.
The Dr. tweaked my medicine so we will see how it goes. Hopefully I will be back to me in a few days. Hope is what I have right now.
Where is the real PB. I hope she comes back soon.
love to all
pb aka peanut butter