I picked a fight with him. Spent the day angry over something small and stupid because I dunno… I’m a girl. Got even more pissed when he cooked and ate dinner without me. He didn’t even ask when id be home.
Spent money I don’t have on stuff I only sorta need. Bad timing… yesterday I dropped $500 to fix ny car and somehow my brain decided to keep spending money.
My psychiatrist appt last week got moved to tomorrow. So yay for that.
I wish I could figure out what my mind/body is trying to tell me is wrong so I can fix it. I don’t feel sad. I dont feel manic. I just feel completely and utterly blah.