I tend to dub my Saturdays as Sadder-days, because overall, I feel like I'm generally sadder on Saturdays in comparison to other days of the week. What generally happens is that no matter what time I go to bed the night before, I will always wake up at noon or later. This happens without fail. I'm not sure how a person can sleep over 10 hours, but I somehow make it happen. It is as if Saturdays are the aftershock of my demanding weekdays. Since I don't have a whole lot scheduled to distract me from the general sad depressed feelings that can happen, my attention is brought to them and they can overtake me.
I feel like a big heavy rock that cannot get out of bed. Motivation to do anything, even eating food, is difficult. And I LOVE eating food! Writing this blog right now even takes more energy than it should. I'm just so frustrated that I need to vent somewhere...and this place is it.
I'm not even sure what causes me to feel this way. I have a wonderful life, yet I still get these heavy-hearted feelings...the ones that tie me down like an anchor on a sinking ship. I want to escape them, but I struggle to break away. And continuing with this metaphor, even if I did break away, I cannot swim (both in real life and in this metaphor). I either have to get a flotation device or learn how to swim and return to my harbor.
I doubt I'm going to drown, but I need to get out of this water.
Stay afloat, Friends!