I don’t know what it is, surely someone can relate.  It doesn’t matter if yesterday was grand, I still have mornings that the quiet kind of envelopes me like a dark cloud and I struggle.  This morning is one of those mornings.  The weird thing is I love quiet some days, I really do.  This is just different and there has to be name for it.  Every other syndrome has a name, is this a syndrome?  I have been reading about what’s called a happiness hangover, mornings after a really great day that still feel like you have a mental hangover, and I get it.  

At 3 a.m. this morning, the rain was pouring and it sounded so good. I laid there trying to convince myself to go back to sleep and by 3:30, I gave up.  The switch had been flipped and then I felt guilty for laying in bed when I could be productive.  The never ending worry about money started, work people are waiting on (which now I’m guilty I could be doing that instead of writing), my grandson not feeling well, this blog and the dozens of articles I’m SO excited to write but which take a backseat so I can deal with worry number one, then hearing someone say, “Oh, you have time, it’s how you use it” and wondering what’s wrong with me that I can’t figure that out,  Then it jumps to rooms in my house that need purging and organizing that suffocate me so I shut the door, and this morning, the two painful toothaches I have, meeting a brand new dentist today, and how I’m going to pay for my part, plus my fear of the dentist, plus my embarrassment at not having been because I couldn’t afford it (and was a chicken).  Before you know it, I’m angry at the divorce causing the insurance issues, I’m worried that lack of sleep contributes to Alzheimers, and how in the world am I going to fix that water leak stain in the kitchen.

DOES… ANYONE… ELSE…. DO…. THIS?  Oh my gosh, it gets old.  It’s making me old.

Anyway, just a venting post….  if you have tips and tricks to solve this, please share in the comments!  I’m sure I’m not the only one who would appreciate it!