The Funk – and not the good kind

Funky is a strange word.  It can mean a good thing and a bad thing:


For me, it’s the first part of the word that’s important.  “Funk”.  Mostly because at least twice a week I was up in one.  And waking up in a Funk sucks.

I’m never sure why I wake up in a funk.  Just that I do.  It’s not quite depressed.  It’s not quite Meh – which is the first stage of a depressive episode.  It’s just a funk.  Nothing is quite right.  Everything irritates me.  I can’t get comfortable or settle or anything.

Today I am in a funk.  And I just felt the need to share that with everyone.


About Colette Horsburgh

A 30-something creator/baker/writer/doodler/crafter living with several (but not enough) scatty animals.
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