Over the course of the last month, I have gone through some incredible life changes and there is nothing else for me to do than to document every moment of it.
Here is a slight recap of those extraordinary (and when I say extraordinary I really mean shitty as all hell) events:
October 13, 2012 - I quit smoking (again) the day before I turned the big 3-0!
October 14, 2012 - I turned 30. Enough said.
October 27, 2012 - Fired from my job of 8 years by my Adolph Hitler of a Store Manager. Oh and not alone, with 4 of my coworkers because one customer apparently complained to corporate. Really?!
November 6, 2012 - Election Day - I stopped my anti-depressants, though picked up my new bottle of Xanex from the pharmacy, just in case.
(Even Beatrice does tricks for Xanex...)
Which leads me to today.
Not only do I have absolutely nothing to do other than to rake the 8 billion (times infinity) leaves that have fallen on my property, but all I want to do is step outside and light up an disgusting tasting cancer stick and puff my life's troubles away. Who would have known that I would quit 14 days before I needed them the most. *sigh*
Day 2 of being off my meds is always the hardest day for me. I always want to just run to the cupboard and pop a pill in my mouth and make this shaky, vertigo-esque feeling go away. And the crying is off the charts. I thought about unemployment today in the shower and began weeping. I mean, it is pretty depressing. I have experienced "Day Two" so many times by accident. Forgetting to take my meds for a day gives me a full blown Day Two. I would usually curb that by taking a pill and a two or three hour nap and waking to find that I am having no more side effects. Ugh...not today. I am going to be feeling like this for a hot minute.
These sweatpants are not leaving my body today. Neither is this ungodly comfortable hoodie. Is it a day to lay in bed and be a complete sloth on humanity? I am going to say yes to this.