Yesterday was what I would refer to as a “leaky faucet day.” Going through the motions of life just waiting for any opportunity to be alone and shed tears. Wishing there was someway I could curl up in my bed and sob for hours. No major reason, or incident. Slightly bumpy start to the morning. Just a hundred of little things that all build up and contribute to this overwhelming sense of total inadequacy. Like no matter how hard I try I end up doing it all wrong, screwing everything up, and why would anyone possibly find me worthwhile. I know it will pass eventually. Always does.
Until it’s back.