Day 215: Feeling Overwrought
I don't understand why some days I feel fine, other days joyful, and other days bereft/hopeless. It's like the Three Little Bears today. I like that metaphor. Baby Bear is Little Intrepid. When Goldilocks tests Baby Bear's porridge, it's just right. She also finds Baby Bear's bed just right. I like the idea of everything for Little Intrepid being just right.
lost to time
I don't have in me the ability tonight to write anything else. Today the bed is too hard, the porridge is too hot. I will work my coping strategies and go to bed at a decent hour. I have an early appointment tomorrow.
Even though I'm clearly not in a good place, I promise won't do anything harmful. If I feel the urge, I will reach out.