Having a bad day is never a good experience; when you’re on holiday it’s even worse.

Yes, I’m on holiday if you didn’t know, did I not mention that?

I knew today was going to be a not-good day. My dreams have been so weird recently, so there was no way it was going to be a nice, normal day. But it was worse than that. And maybe that’s a bit of a self-fulfilling prophecy, maybe I’ve pushed myself into a bad day?

I woke up mega anxious, and for Dave that came across as me being a bit abrasive and needy. Luckily, we have some medication with us that helps with anxiety, so I took some (maybe double the dose, but who’s counting). The problem is that whilst medication can help, it can also take a while to kick in.

Currently, we’re staying with four other people, in my aunt and uncle’s friends’ house. Imagine people who are lovely hosts, funny, warm and welcoming. So me being anxious and skittish probably comes across as me being a bit of a dick, if I’m honest. I explained I didn’t sleep well, but that felt like a complaint about our accommodation, so then I had to over-explain that the bed was fine, it’s my brain that was the issue.

This was all made worse by us being the last out of our room, and then I had the guilt of delaying everyone, on top of the fact I already felt anxious.

So here I am now, sat in the very back seat on my own, writing down my thoughts in what is essentially an attempt not to cry.

It’s only 10 am here, so sure, it’s not a bad day yet. But I know it’s going to stay a bad day. I just feel it.

I do, however, hope that everyone else has a lovely day!

And whilst this post is identical to what I’ve posted on my blog, please do take the time to check out my blog!

Like, share, comment, let me know what 10 am looked like where you are!

Kx