I wrote a while ago that I am the personification of the Grinch
I was hoping through the passage of time that this would alter.
That Grinch would dissipate and the replacement happy pants would appear, as if by magic.
Unfortunately, I can report to you personally, that Grinch has not, I repeat NOT, exited the building.
Furthermore, it is safe to say that I have not only become despondent to this whole Christmas malarkey, No, New year can do one too 🙂 .
Affirmative I am grateful to be here and breathing the air
Grateful too that I am able bodied and have some teeth left
However, menopausal misery, incessant media shit storms, tied together with bumbling inconsistent government rhetoric ribbons, has quite frankly ripped any festive spirit out of me.
I attempt to foresee the future, grappling for a glimmer of Tinseltown however all I end up observing is the fridge contents. My waistband, actually who am I kidding…my whole frame is expanding as I devour anything to numb reality.
I would appreciate raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens instead of ….. I don’t need to say it do I? The actuality is that we are all in this together however, I have never felt so alone in a sea of chaos.
Christmas feels like a sticking plaster however my aid lost its glue and is no longer adhesive.
I apologise if this is lowering the vibrations, I will retire to my soft office and attempt to close my brain x.
Hormonestogravestones 