I’m off center.
I don’t know what it is or where this feeling stems from but I can’t shake this nagging worry inside the pit of my stomach. I feel edgy and paranoid and disgruntled. I feel crabby and deflated and melancholy. I could blame the Prednisone, I suppose. So much for that “inappropriate happiness” side effect. I’m trying not to let it get to me too much. Or the fact that my pants aren’t fitting comfortably thanks to water retention. Or fat. Probably both.
I just don’t want to wallow. When I focus on the negatives, all I see are negatives. And negatives beget negatives.
I’ll be back when I don’t feel so . . . meh.