Life is continous and unrelenting…

I am sitting in a coffee shop while writing this, subscribing to a gorgeous cliché, and slowly feeling better. This week has been a hell of emotion. Monday was reasonably stable, my body still high of the weekends exercise induced endorphins, Tuesday things started to get wobbly. By the end of Wednesday I had calmly walked out of the office and around a secluded corner to ball my eyes out three times.

We are on friday now and I still cannot explain why my emotions are running away with me in a desperate, piteous spiral. Colleagues I secretly dislike are peppering me with meaningless question about how I feel, immediately backed up with their own uninformed opinions. I am becoming surly and spoilt.

Today I was given a ‘talking to’. During which I was told how I feel and why I’m acting spoilt and should just snap out of it and be grateful. Oh and I should smile. Immediately I put on my best real fake smile and he says ‘see that’s how I like you to look!’

I don’t know why I’m going down this rabbit hole again… maybe it’s the chemicals in my brain playing around, or fate working it’s magic. Or perhaps I’m to presumptuous to assume there is a meaning. All I can do is carry on with the trudge of life, one foot in front of the other.

However, I have hope for a better tomorrow. It’s possible.