Feeling let down. Hard to stop thinking about how screwed up I am today. I developed a stomach condition last couple years. I’m anxious and depressed about it. 66 ½ years old and have to keep working at a tough job for another three years or so. Lonely as hell, discouraged, upset, and in pain. So so so disappointed in this life.
You know how some days you just feel exhausted by all the effort? And most people around you don’t understand that this feels different to you than it does to them? Or maybe not that different; it’s hard to say. I slept ok but woke up tired. Rest isn’t the answer. Work isn’t. Hanging out isn’t. Being alone isn’t. Same for most other things. Right now writing this is. But too much writing won’t be.
Sometimes painful emotions feel like stalkers, waiting for one misstep to come flooding in.
But that’s definitely not a helpful thought. The memory of awful emotions is most acute when you feel lousy. Maybe let’s all try to remember that, k?