I'm not sure why I still get the Sunday Night Dreads, but it hit me so hard last night. I'm assuming it's CPTSD from childhood since it's not really applicable now, but who fucking knows.
I tried everything I could think of to calm myself. I watched a sappy, happily-ever-after movie. I took extra magnesium. I took melatonin. I imbibed medicinal alcohol. I tried calling a friend. I tried reading a book. I tried listening to an audiobook. Nothing assuaged that feeling of my body (and mind?) not feeling right. I don't even have the vocabulary to describe it, except that I felt wrong physically.
I woke up this morning with a migraine, so maybe last night's condition was part of the prodromal stage.
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