Heavy sigh.

Not having a good Monday.  Yes I have made all my appointments. But here I am in yet another week starting out feeling blue and useless and tired and constantly on the verge of tears. Sleep is also not my consistent friend.

I have no rational or external reason for this mood.  Today was unusually warm for this time of year and that I did not do well with that aspect of the day. Also today? Umpteenth call to creepy Joyce Meyer Ministries. Someone keeps signing me up for her brand of God.

But seriously, I am just so sick of the Tamoxifen/menopause moods. Unless you are experiencing this I don’t think you really get it.

It’s hard.

And I tried to explain how I was feeling to a certain someone who gets to live with this stuff along with me and it wasn’t easy.  I don’t think he understands. How could he. Not angry, just frustrated. Now I feel more on the verge of useless for no reason tears.

I am so sick of this.  I do my best to rise above and think positive but some days I feel like an alien lives inside me.

It sucks. It just sucks.  Ahh to be young and gay…instead of feeling about one hundred and seventy two. And with these mood swings often comes the almost inability to get through days and concentrate. That in and of itself is exhausting.

Tomorrow is another day Miss Scarlett, tomorrow is another day.  Eye on the prize is four years cancer free in just a few short weeks.