The grey fog is back. I don't know why. I don't have any idea what caused the return, but it's here. I fought with it on Friday night, after missing a dose of my medicine, and foolishly doubling up the next dose to catch up. I tried to out-run it all day Saturday, hoping that by this morning I would feel.... just feel. This morning it was still here, waiting to pounce on me as soon as I got out of bed.
No matter what I did today, I couldn't shake the mood. I am so lucky that Hubby does his best to understand and help. He knows there really is nothing he can do but wait out the storm, and so he does, patiently and quietly.
I've gone out of the house. I've sat quietly. I hugged my son, I took my daughter to school with me for an hour. I'm currently drinking an iced cappuccino and avoiding all human contact. Nothing is helping, so I am counting the hours, the minutes, the breaths until I can go under my blankets and shut out the world. Tomorrow is another day, please let it be a clear one.