The last 24 hours have been trying for a variety of reasons.
I can’t even conjure up a decent thing to say other than that I’m around trying to get a handle on my mental state.
I keep coaching myself to be positive but that isn’t really working. I keep thinking a hug and some quality time would help but that’s not looking likely. Work and my confusing love life offer no comfort.
Everything looks bad when you’re feeling low and it’s impossible to talk through the anxiety, racing thoughts, and general uneasiness.
I don’t feel good or sexy. Sad is not sexy.