Hi all,
I was up and dressed by 4 am this morning.
I woke feeling agitated, couldn't get back to sleep so thought I'd get up and get on with the day. I often have more energy in the mornings, but not that early!
I did an online workout, had a coffee and did some weeding and tidying. Later I vacuumed downstairs which was a terrible mess but I don't have the energy to do upstairs.
More gardening...but increasingly the low feelings returned, brooding that 'most people' were out seeing friends and we weren't. It's a recurring theme with me - always has been and I have a horror of being lonely and feeling like a reject.
DH has been working on family history and pulling it all together into book form. This project has occupied most of the waking hours. We go out, but he won't engage in any talk about DIY, repairing stuff, re-decorating our increasingly shabby house and gardening is something I mostly do by myself, though he does do occasional mowing or weeding the drive. He does his best but the obsession with the family history, even though I find it interesting up to a point and have discussed it with him, is getting me down for some reason. I do things now and then with friends - I don't have many, but we meet for coffee, or Pilates or a walk. I've also joined the WI (don't laugh!) but I'm not good at feeling confident in large numbers where everyone knows everyone else. I find it easy to feel on the outside and that adds to my depression and brooding thoughts.
I'm so tired now after my early start, and should be listing things to put on ebay, but my back aches, i feel tired and lethargic and low. I don't like the heat but it was lovely in the early morning.
I still have a nasty habit of comparing myself to others (old feelings of rejection and being on the outside looking in). It seems to me that everyone's lives are 'together' and happy, though my brain knows that's not the case. I just can't shake that feeling. I'm ashamed of some of the thoughts I have and wish I didn't have them. At 67 I had hoped I wouldn't be struggling with feelings like this still, but I have to accept that it's a part of me, like it or not (and I don't, I hate it, and me for having them).
My Black Dog lurks these days, sometimes coming out to smother me and then returning to its kennel for a while. I guess today is one of those days, at least at the moment.
Sorry for the self-pitying rant, but at the moment there is no one I can talk to. I hope I haven't made anyone feel worse.