Whine

I got home about an hour ago and have been putting of writing because I wasn't in a good mood.  Irritated and annoyed from work, the fact that I needed to write a post and get to bed at a reasonable hour before work again tomorrow morning didn't help at all.  Add that Dave is still not home from his high school reunion, and I just didn't want to have my writing be all complaints.  But it's been an hour, Dave's still not home and it's it's almost 1 am so I thought, screw it.

Part of what makes this journal authentic is that I don't only write when things are going great.  It's slowly transformed to documenting the present moment.  If I'm feeling irritated, worried, depressed, I don't wait for it to pass before writing.  Sometimes I write through it.  Sometimes I just use the writing to vent and I need to continue processing it.  I feel badly that my friends have to read these kinds of posts. I remember reading others' livejournal posts that were all whine, whine, whine, and I would find myself wanting for patience.

But this place here has really become about me.  Here and in my therapist's office, I can allow my thoughts to flow unchecked.  My nose hasn't stopped running all day and I feel like this is becoming an every other day occurrence.  I'm taking my medicine so what the hell.  I'm going to try to take my medicine and let this post be for now.  Words have been typed and that's enough for me for now.