it works like magic. as soon as the new moon is upon us, my anxiety just dissipates. the last few days before i'll be moody, have no idea whether or not i'm interacting in a good or constructive way, avoid social situations even online, and have panic attacks for any stupid little thing that might signal the end of my life (they never do, but how can i know before investigating?).
but last night, the veil lifted. apathy disappeared, life feels livable, i want to go outside the house, do some work, chores, all kinds of things that seemed like too heavy labor just a day ago. the odd sense of stale sadness also went away, there's still something sad left, but it feels like a good thing.
i hate the predictability in this. i was convinced it couldn't get that good this time, because i should be pms'ing right now. but, the moon has a heavier influence on me than anything else i know. pms before the new moon could kill, pms before the full moon doesn't exist.
i still won't curse that thing though, life wouldn't exist on this planet without it.
