March chewed me up and spit me out. It started with my new position at work and that morphed into my working extended shifts and picking up Saturdays.
It got to the point that staring at a blank wall took too much effort and I would fall into bed as soon as I got home and drag myself out of bed when it was time to go to work. I needed ten, sometimes eleven, hours a sleep a night to be able to process the day. It was a long six weeks.I suffered. Joey suffered.The upkeep of my apartment suffered..
It's taken all of April but I'm emerging from the other side and I'm starting to feel like a person again. I'm no longer working Saturdays. I've found my footing with the new work process. I'm getting out with friends again. That's the best part of all.