Well, it turns out day 2 sucks just as bad if not worse. I've been in rage mode all day, I have zero energy. All I want to do is sleep but when I sleep, and wake up, I want to go do something. It's back and forth. I had no problem going to the gym on day 1, but today, I can barely bring myself to do anything. It's Easter Sunday, my Wife took care of everything this morning and let me sleep, treated me great on our way to Church, and I messed it up by being a dick. She went in and I threw a tantrum like a child, sat in the truck, and didn't join her in there. Then ignored her for hours after that as I progressively got more and more upset as the day passed. With no legitimate reason other than I want to feel like this, it seems. But I don't, I think I'm just afraid to try and be happy, because it scares me that I will fail at feeling good, and just get more upset. So it's almost easier to just stay in this mindset and deal with it. I've been in a battle all day with myself, "you can fix all of this, go buy a can". My want to quit always wins, but it's reluctant. I won't give in, that's the easy way out, it's a cowards choice because I can't man up and deal with it. I'm a badass Marine, I was a machine gunner! I've been shot at, beat down, abused, broken, bruised and put into spots in my Life where I have no control over the situation. Well, I have control over this one. I just want to see the light so I feel I don't have to live in this perpetual twilight of feeling like crap and not dipping.
Anyway, day 2 is almost finished.