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.