A Mean Visitor… #Anger or Depression?

A Day full of Bubbles… Reading ‘The Mercy Chair’ by M W Craven…

A Mean Visitor… #Anger or Depression?

I was decidedly not myself yesterday. I wasn’t ill, yet I didn’t feel right at all.

And after such a lovely family visit too, it didn’t make any sense.

As the feeling increased, I began to realise what it was. I was angry, very angry. It had been so long since I had thrown all my toys out of the pram that I hadn’t recognised it.

For the life of me, I couldn’t think why. We usually know what has ruffled our feathers, don’t we?

There had been a couple of annoyances that morning, but nothing major. As the feeling continued to grow, I became really worried. I was mad enough to do something drastic, like attack someone.

Anita was giving me a wide berth so she could feel it, too. What the hell was going on?

Half an hour later, after several Rescue Remedy drops, Kalms and some strong coffee, I didn’t feel any better. I was craving alcohol, and I hadn’t drunk anything stronger than white wine for years. Was I becoming a different person?

I have been a bit of a manic depressive over the years, usually with good reason. I can normally keep it under control. Whatever this was, it wasn’t my old friend depression.

This awful feeling stayed with me all day, but thankfully, it didn’t get any worse.

There is no sign of it this morning, and I hope it stays away…