I’ve been struggling today…trying to find reasons…
And it just hit me as I opened this app to write a few words: it’s August.
That’s why I can’t sleep peacefully.
That’s why I can’t focus.
That’s why I’m trying to find reasons to keep going.
It’s been fifteen years and I still have a hard time beginning this time of the year.
I flood my mind with as much positive information and thoughts as I can but I still feel so worthless and so much like wasted space.
I did have a thought this morning that I’m thankful I’m not compulsive because although everything is fine right now, I’m not.
I hate not being okay and having to act like everything is wonderful.
Keep struggling on; I will, too.