It's getting worse. The last two days I haven't worked. I can't. I don't feel well, sleep well, eat well, or interact well.
I feel grey. Like Eeyore in Winnie-the-Pooh. Maybe it's the weather, allergies, maybe it's nerves, from over-working, maybe it's depression. Or maybe this is what being a grown-up feels like. I used to get excited about Grape Soda. Not so much anymore.
It's like it's gone. That carefree, the world is amazing, childlike outlook. It used to come so naturally and now I can hardly even force it. Being 25 sucks.
NEVER being able to forget also sucks. I TRY SO HARD. I have Hubby and he is wonderful, my job is the best, my life is really great and I'm happy. But it's always there, in the back of my mind. Why can't I conceive a child?...
It's getting worse. But it will get better. It has too.