The Bloody Doors Off

I can’t decide if I’m crazy, or just severely chemically imbalanced. Which could be the same thing.

After spending several hours on the couch, feeling absolutely horrible after the past 21 hours, I basically order myself into the shower. Even if I’m going to be a lump, I’m going to be a clean lump that smells decently. And between turning on the tap and stepping under the hot spray of water, I’ve convinced myself to not only get dressed, but to go out and pick up a few things I need from the dollar store.

A switch flipped on, just like that. And while there was a moment, after reaching for the towel and before stepping out of the tub, a moment that said ‘what the fuck am I thinking?’, I still went through with it. And now it’s 3 hours later, I’m fed and chatting with a friend online (and watching Sherlock) as if nothing’s amiss.

I’m waiting for an explanation for this. Did the crazy train pull into the station for a rest, or did the antidepressants finally kick in?