Whew! I don't know what my problem was yesterday! Usually I have the ability to suppress my problemed thoughts, which is why my step mom calls me a sitting duck (on the surface the duck looks peaceful and calm but under the water, his legs are peddling fast and frantic). Since all my thoughts had come to the surface yesterday, I felt more like a flustered, mallard.
Everything's all good though, nothing a night's sleep couldn't cure and I'm back to being me! Saucy, sassy and happy! Ahhhhh, suppressed mental health and compressed emotions never felt so good....
(The blog is a form of therapy for me so don't think the worst of me....I'm not psychotic or anything!)
xoxo
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