I hate the heat. I hate being manic. I REALLY hate being manic and hot at the same time. Tonight I’m angry at everything, tired, and just plain fussy. Even cuddling with my Jenny isn’t helping.
Sometimes I wonder if my world is going to be ruled by my mental illness, and I despair. Then I remember: yes, yes it will. And that’s OK! I just have to do my best to adjust when needed. That’s all I can do. On that note, I’m going to medicate, and try to get some rest, as I have important grown up things to do tomorrow, and Jenny won’t be here to handle stuff. Grr, I wish I didn’t have to be responsible sometimes.