That’s what I am. Jumbled.

I am a jumble full of emotions and I just can’t control them.

I am saddened to the extreme over this woman who lost her life needlessly.

I am in the middle of a funk, so being saddened to the extreme ain’t that unusual. What is though is my husbands need to fight me on writing about it. That I just don’t get.

He’ll probably yell at me for writing that – hi honey!

I am having the only trouble sleeping – which I think is about to bring about a hypomanic phase. Which I actually would prefer to this evil magenta phase I somehow stumbled into these past coupla weeks.

My anxiety is through the roof.

My paranoia is getting as high. I don’t know.

I just don’t know.

I’m jumbled. I am just jumbled.