Looking at the rest of the year now and everything is tinged with dread-
Dread, the other weighted blanket!
I am not looking forward to anything any more this year.
I am not excited about events coming up in my life.
I am not happy about any of the trips I will be taking.
I am not being creative.
There is no creativity here.
There is no talent here.
There is nothing here.
I am not thrilled about turning forty.
What have I lived this long for?
My anxiety/depression is getting worse.
My PMDD is getting worse.
I want to be dead.
Death will come soon enough.
I've tried so hard. I don't know why I am trying any more.
Please tell me how I have made a positive impact in your life because I'm pretty sure I'm a ghost. I don't think I have had any major impact on anything. Remind me that I am more than just some matter sort of of taking up some space maybe. Remind me that I too matter.
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