So my husband, the kids and I got away for a weekend and it was excellent. The only bad part was, I didn’t get nearly enough sleep, which means that today, I’ve fallen full-on into a hardcore mixed state of bipolar disorder, meaning that I’m having all the symptoms of mania in addition to all the symptoms of depression.
I hate my life. I hate being a caregiver. I hate everything and everyone on the planet, including myself, and there simply are not words to express the white hot rage I am feeling right now. I took my meds and I’ve warned my kids, but I have a feeling that if anyone talks to me at all tonight, I will scream and yell and maybe hit them with my fists.
Fuck.
If I Ruled the World 