as I said earlier, Wednesday was wretched. Thursday wasn't much better. Better, but not great. It doesn't help that I was going to a wake for a 4 year old. So that was on my mind all day. I had a good cry. Which might have been what I needed. I woke up this morning knowing it was going to be a good day. I am at that point where I know if it is going to be a good or bad day right when I get up. Granted, I am still on a bit of a short fuse sometimes but I am not really depressed. Like today, I lost my cool once or twice but I was in a good mood.
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