There’s a possibility that I got overly emotional yesterday in one of my posts. Don’t forget, I didn’t take my meds until 4 p.m., and it’s not just 1-2-3-better. My body needs a little time to process the adjustment, I’m sure.
Also, and I’m not proud of this, but when I was a kid, I was told I had a tendency to be melodramatic at times. In not as nice words.
Or, I just captured a moment of sadness in a very raw, honest way. Rejection is my worst fear.
Sometimes I just want to be embraced and told it’s going to be okay. Even if it isn’t.
I do think it’s going to be okay, though. If I keep trying, I’ll eventually get what I need. I will get that writing job. I will lose that weight. I will finally, finally have what I want.