Mornings & I have never been on good terms. They only bring fuckery. Even when I was little with Saturday morning cartoons, I dreaded mornings. They could lead to finding something wrong; a pissy sibling, a drunk parent, something broken, etc...
As I got older, some of those things were no longer problems, but other things came. Other sources of stress & anxiety. Now, I have to deal with SAD as well.
Most mornings something is off. When it isn't, I get more worried. The longer it takes for the shoe to drop, the bigger the shoe. The only way I can see to fix this would be for the to be no mornings. There's nothing that can make that happen. So this is my existence. I won't call it a life. It hasn't felt like that in a long time. I go through the days & that's it.
I dread & despise mornings.
Cya...
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