Occasionally. Every once in a blue moon. I feel small.
Like all of my life as a total is a joke. Barely significant.
It started with a dream. A nightmare. Too awful to spill onto this page. Too awful to think that my mind can hold those thoughts.
From there I have felt inadequate. I'm not the wife, mother, daughter, sister, friend, teacher, neighbor, etc that I need to be.
I dress like a slob. I'm fat. I'm not smart enough.
And so the list goes on and on.
Negative thinking.
Serves no purpose but to bring me down. Hold me down.
I think tomorrow I will wake up in a better mood.
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