Winter Blues

Yesterday was the worst kind of day. I was up late and hardly slept and then my roommate was a total bitch. My visual thinking teacher didn't like my project, and then I spilled tea (that I didn't even get to drink yet) all over the ram van office.

Then I found out that my friends surprise birthday dinner was going to cost me way more than I thought. And, our friendship has been a little rocky lately.

By the time I got back from class and the gym, all I wanted to do was shower and crawl into bed at the ungodly hour of 8:30.
And that's exactly what I did.

After I tucked myself into bed I laid there and let it out. I cried. And cried some more. My day wasn't even that bad. But the more I cried the more I couldn't stop.

Finally I did. It was cathartic. I think every once in a while a good cry is okay. Sometimes you just need to release everything in a completely irrational way. I even texted my mom, concerned that there was something wrong with me--Why am I so upset? And she assured me I had a case of the winter blues.  I'm stuck in a winter rut and I need to get home and relax and have springtime. I need sunshine and warmth and a change of scenery.

A good cry was necessary to clear me out and let me start fresh.
On a side note-- I slept great after that cry.