Such an Opposite

To me, de-cluttering and having a sort through, would be therapeutic and a stress revealer, but it has been so stressful and upsetting that doing a small simple task makes me upset, pissy, and just mean. I don't mean to say "what" in a negative harsh tone. I simply am trying to focus on the few things my brain can seem to focus on and then, when interrupted, I tend to throw a "what" in a rude way even when I am just simply asking what. 

I always found it very therapeutic to go through my clothes and get them in the wash and put away. Now I look at the pile growing and then overflowing the hamper and I just get angry and sad because I feel like I am failing as a human being. Like, I feel at this point in my life laundry and tidying up shouldn't be such a chore that would create such a mental break down as I have been experiencing. 

How did I become so opposite? When did de-cluttering your life become more stressful than leaving it a mess? Am I in a depressed state that I don't want to recognise, let alone admit to it? Every little task seems to be overwhelming and just the thought of taking the laundry out and putting it away makes me want to scream and yell but to no avail. It is not someone else's responsibility to hang up my two jumpers and three work shirts. Heck, that as I am typing seems so insignificant but doing it makes me feel so weak and frustrated. What is wrong with me? What has happened?

Can someone please help me? I'm drowning and I'm too tired to keep afloat. 

 

Prepare for Hysterical Laughter

How can I not blog about this because it is something that we think only a child would ever do.

That is right. I did something that you usually only hear a child do. I swallowed my wedding ring by accident. Now all of you will be confused but here is the true story.

I work at a pub cooking. Some nights I forget to take my ring off before I leave the house. When this happens I put the ring in my medicine tin. Last night I again forgot to take off my ring. This is where it all went wrong.

I got home and continued to ignore the time until 9:30 when I finally took my 8:30 p.m. medicine. Normally I look in my tin and pull my ring out. This time I just opened the tin and placed all of its contents in my hand including my ring. As an active medicine taker I did not think anything different about this.

It was not until I have horrible trouble trying to swallow what I thought was my round lamictal pill. I thought because of its size and shape that it must have gotten caught so I continued to drink water until I finally got it down.

Now I did not realise that it was my ring this whole time until this morning when I went to put it on. Then I put two and two together and figured out that I had accidentally swallowed my ring.

Yes, I give you all the permission to laugh and giggle as I can't stop giggling myself.

I hope this has brightened your day.