RAWRRRRRRRR

I counted down weeks, days and hours until Papa Bear and I could disappear for a few days and breathe from all of the stress piling on top of us. What happened was 36 hours and most of it being a nightmare. Physical pain, terrible hotel, just giving up. I had to sit in the back seat most of the way home to have my foot up and just bawled.

Another physical injury. Another weight caused problem. More pictures that made me sick. More frustration that made me want to do nothing but eat. All of the exact opposite this weekend was supposed to hold in store. Now I’m back to my desk full of problems with little to no fight. I know, I know, we fall we stand back up. Right now, F#&* that! I gotta lay off the pills that help me sleep because I know they are going to mess my bipolar, more specifically my depression up.

Now, I need to shake all that shit off. I need to turn back into all go, no slow, take on the local radio by storm. My community is being hit by another wave of flooding. Not historic, and I’m not freaking out because this feels like a normal part of life where we live. But peoples are a freaking. Our job as the media is to slow that shit down and give accurate information and slow the masses. Both bossman and I took a step away this weekend and this went down. Our new news fetus, did nothing on all of our media. He’s from a bigger community and commutes. My guess, he doesn’t give a shit. I don’t know for sure. Maybe he truly doesn’t know how to put his big boy pants on and be a “news” person.

I needed to come back to the circus that is my life with a renewed sense of self and ready to kick ass and take names. Right now, I’ve been here approximately an hour. My ankle is starting to throb and I want to run-ish out the door as fast as I freaking can.

Lord, Jesus, please help me. I need you today. Please, I beg of you, help a Mama Bear out!