Sundays suck and I can't tell you why, basically because I don't know.

It’s Sunday, which means for me, the worstest day of the week.  After three days of out-patient therapy, after getting a new p-doc, and medications, after rebooting my system and getting my head back on straight, I still hate Sundays.

I can have amazing weeks, and amazing Saturdays, but Sunday rolls around and none of it matters.  Sundays are for laundry, and xanax. Which sounds like a wonderful combination.

It’s not.

Sundays always rock me to core.  Sundays are spent holding my breath and fighting back tears that threaten to come for no reason other than.. it’s Sunday.  Even with therarpy, medication and distractions, Sunday is 24 hours I can personally do without.

I’ve had more than a few therapist in my life, and have spent hours finding ways to cope with my life, my illness, and nobody can tell me why the 24 hours between Saturday and Monday are hell on Earth for me.

SO, just for giggles, let’s recap my week.

Monday my dealership made national news.  You would not believe the people out there who have left comments across the internet blaming US for the fact that four 2011 Camaros were stolen.  Blame the victim.

Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, I spent in out-patient therapy after my latest breakdown and hospital visit.  I can’t and won’t go into my days there.  If you ask me what I learned, I’ll tell you three things.  1) I’m not the craziest person in the world, or even the most fucked up.  2) There are people out there who have bigger obstacles to overcome than me. 3) Stay on my medication.

Friday was back to work, and finally getting all my medication from the pharmacy.  At $166.00 a pop, (after insurance) I may have to give up food for my drugs and forget about my dream shoes altogether.  Doesn’t matter how hawt those shoes are if I’m too crazy to wear them anywhere.  They won’t let you have rockin stilettos in the nut house.  Oh the choices and sacrifices we make.

Yesterday I took the girls to a almost-nearby public pool.  Sure it’s about 30 miles away, but here is where we spent our afternoon yesterday, and will probably spend this afternoon there too.  Nothing like sun and a pool to chase away the Sunday yucks.

God willing my writing muse will return.  Just get through today, tomorrow back to work and it’s going to be a busy week which will help.